Spoken Word at the Pic

Leanne and I went down to the open mike at the Picadilly last night. She did three poems, and rocked, and then I got up and did some vintage Richard. Beer was $2.50 a pint for Russel pale ale - yummy. So keith, the host of it, was loving us, because we do something different and cause were good. And I didn't go to the Well, which is always a good sign. (Meaning: I think the comedy community becomes like a family you can get sick of... so hanging with a different crowd is refreshing)