Continuing our comedy streak, last night Sam and I saw Patton Oswalt at Cobb's Comedy Club in North Beach. Patton had me laughing so hard I was squeaking. His brand of humor, unlike Bill Maher and Kathy Griffin, is more self-depreciating - and he sings the song of the fat and miserable of America. One of his more famous bits, about the KFC Famous bowls, is hysterical. North Beach was jumping. I haven't been there in awhile and it was packed, mostly with tourists from faraway lands speaking French, German, Russian and Elven. I can see what is keeping the lights on in San Francisco at night - the strength of the Euro against the anemic dollar is bringing throngs of Europeans here to buy Gucci bags, iPods, sourdough bread loafs, and clearly, tickets to comedy shows.
Once we got past the lesbians slopping kissing each other and the "McCain 2008" car filled white old people, we piled into the Camry and headed to the Lone Star and ran into Aaron, James and Adrian.
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