Happy Fucking Valentine's Day

So after finishing my work for the day and closing out a project I have been working on for a few weeks, I was feeling pretty good about myself last evening. I was debating whether to leave the house in the snow and wind or just stay inside and get some rest, when I realized that I live New York City and I came here specifically so that I would have a reason to get out of the house. So I got dressed and went all the way to the far side of Manhattan to catch last night's Valentine's Day Rejection Show.

I arrived half an hour early and the stand-by line was already 20 people deep. Why anyone waits in line for anything in this city is beyond me, but there was a line for a sold out comedy show on a Wednesday night in below freezing temperatures. I would not wait in that line, which meant I would not be getting in.

I got Rejected. By the Rejection Show. On Valentine's Day.

And even though I personally know four people on the bill, I don't have any of their phone numbers, which is good because even if I had called them they probably could not or would not have pulled strings for me because I don't have any real connections and wouldn't know how to use them if I did.

So I went to Burritoville alone and now I'm back home blogging about it. I know that sounds really depressing, but it was actually not that bad.

I had the white chicken chili burrito and it was really tasty.