the icehouse

the ryan and i went to the icehouse last night– a small, sad comedy club in pasadena where the drinks are nasty and overpriced and the comedians need antidepressants. the place was unexpectedly empty– it was a friday night. the handful of patrons in the room were so drunk and giddy that they laughed every time the comedian opened his mouth– even if it was just to take a swig of his beer. a couple of the comedians were amusing– so i guess we had a good time. i’ll be looking for a more lively joint next time– perhaps one with a crowd that’s just barely old enough to drink.

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