Sam and Morgan (Tony and Nick, that is) canceled their show tonight. I rode my bike from work all the way down Lincoln to the Apollo Theater and ended up drinking a beer, chatting with Sean Flannery, and sneaking upstairs with Tony and Noah and assorted others to see Wonder Woman take the mic and do her cabaret act. (Seriously. Lynda Carter was playing a concert, backed up by a jazz combo.) Well, I watched for a few minutes and then went back downstairs to the studio space where the guys were sitting in the audience, clicking through the Powerpoint presentation of their show and half-assedly running through their dialogue. It was pretty fun, actually. Steve and Nate, AKA Team Submarine, were also there, and Adam Burke showed up as well.
On the plus side, I rode the crap out of my bike today. Yes, those are my actual legs at left. Pasty, and short, but damned strong. I rode for almost three hours, all told. Biking so much lets me get away with an awesome amount of eating. (Why have I not photoblogged my famous McDonald's-cheeseburger-layered-with-Lay's-potato-chips yet? That stuff is like ambrosia. Manna. Heaven on a starchy, nutritionally pointless bun.) Before the almost-show I had a solitary tuna melt and giant steak fries at Clarke's and worked on some new material for my Underground debut, which is in a few weeks. Things are coming together. Things are happening very fast, but things are definitely coming together. Sorry about the lack of blogging, the three of you who still regularly read me. There's so much going on that needs day-to-day attention. But it will be worth the wait.
In the meantime, one of my childhood idols (yeah, I was Wonder Woman for three Halloweens in a row back in the day), who attracted a very unusual and appreciative demographic at her show tonight: