Today we're in sunny San Francisco, and by "sunny," I mean freezing cold and pouring. This evening, we're doing a show at the Fillmore. Should be fun, although I'm worried that the show is going to be overrun by the whole "free love" crowd. There's nothing worse than trying to do a comedy show in front of a room full of smelly hippies. I mean, yes, there are worse things: cancer, for example. Or a bad piece of fish. That would also be worse. But as far as comedy shows go, there's nothing worse. Unless it's angry, smelly hippies. Angry hippies are the worst hippies of all.
Tomorrow The State is getting together to begin writing a new project. More details to follow.