Tonight was a live show by Eddie Izzard, who is very quickly becoming one of my favorite comics.  I not only enjoyed the show because he’s effing funny, but also because it was a smaller theatre (maybe 150-200 seats), so it seemed a little more intimate and a little more interactive, with people actually shouting stuff from the audience.  If you haven’t seen any of his stuff, I highly recommend you go out and rent Dress to Kill or Unspeakable — hell, even check out some of his stuff on YouTube (this and this are two of my favorite clips of his).  To those who know Eddie and his act, I can tell you that I was surprised that he showed up dressed like a bloke.

Tomorrow is dinner with a whole slew of friends, many whom I haven’t seen in months, which will be great if I can get through tomorrow without my head exploding first.  Not only do I have two articles due tomorrow (and have to transcribe three interviews first before I can write the 2,000 words that are due), but there’s also big news going down in my industry that I know about but can’t report on… and it’s positively killing me because I want to beat the pants off my competition!

Then it’s off to San Diego to see my beloved Red Sox play, who I haven’t seen live in several years.  And Sunday, I plan to cross the border into Tijuana, which I’ve never done.  And then Wednesday, I pack up for five days in scenic Minneapolis, where it’ll be hot as hell and the humidity will be something like 120%, but I’m going for a great industry convention, so I’m expecting five days of fun and metric assloads of liquor and steak.  I hope I’ll recover in time to drink more on July 4th.  For now, though, I’m exhausted and need to crawl into bed....