OSU football, Drafthouse, meeting Colin Powell, yada yada yada

So my Cowboys choked a couple of weeks ago against aTm. It didn't help that our superstar QB Bobby Reid went out with a concussion to start the 2nd quarter. We lost on a blocked extra point in OT. Which was a huge kick in the nuts. After the game, I decided I was going to put it behind me, go do a set of comedy at the Laughing Lizard down the street and not let it ruin my weekend. I am there for probably half an hour, ready to go on stage and forget about my shitty football watching experience, and in walks a girl with an Oklahoma State t-shirt. I said to her, "get the fuck out. That game really sucked, huh"? Because clearly only a true OSU fan would be wearing an OSU t-shirt out to the bar in northern Virginia right after a game. But no, she got it as a gift from family in Oklahoma and she was just wearing it to wear it. Or you could say she was just wearing it because god likes to kick me in the nuts repeatedly.

Then the next weekend we kicked the shit out of Nebraska. Holler.

And tomorrow we will shock the world and beat Texas at Texas. That's right WE.

I was in the Drafthouse comedy competition last week. I didn't make it to the finals, but there was no shame in losing to my competition. Everyone was really good.

Yesterday I met Colin Powell. Shook his hand and everything. I directed him in a photoshoot. How insane is that? I didn't get photographic evidence like I had hoped, he just got off a plane from overseas and was clearly too tired to deal with me for very long. But it was cool nonetheless.