I'm still a little sick from India, but I took a lot of antibiotics and inhalers and I'm going to be
all better soon. The Lariam is still giving me goofy dreams
but that stops in another 8 days and then a while to clear
my system. We opened at the MGM on Thursday night and the
show has been killing. We're doing a new bit (at least a
new version), "Unicorn" and it's feeling good. It's feeling
like it's going to be a really strong bit. The new order
seems good and we've been sold out a few nights in a row and
really strong the one night we weren't fully clean.
My voice hasn't been all there, but the shows are getting
better. It feels like a different Vegas show and that's
They're also shooting a Bravo Bio on P&T, so that's been a
lot of work. I have to have all these guys in Vegas pretend
to be my friends. They shot me eating donuts with Teller,
Johnny Thompson, and Goudeau. They wanted us to eat donuts
and talk and that's what we did. We went to the office and
worked on our new bit, "Flag Burning" which, I think Johnny
and Teller are killing on and it's going to be a great bit.
Goudeau and I tried to help, but so far it's all Jamy, Nate,
Teller, and Johnny. They shot some of that. I'm trying to
not make it fake. I'm trying to not play to the camera, but
I think that's even stupider than playing to the camera.
I'm fine when they let me address the camera, but the
"hanging out" stuff seems really lame. But, maybe it'll
look good on TV.
The whole gang of Mofo people were in town and Wanda gave me
her amazing "I like the sound of breaking glass" handmade
quilt that's based on my Broken Bottle Juggling. It has
real broken glass. It's amazing. I can't wait for it to go
up in the Slammer. I think I want it to go up on the side
of the rotunda, if Colin okays that. It'll look great and
it will tie in with the broken glass of the Atheist Buddha.
I got to hang with the Mofo people a bit and I really liked
that, even though I was exhausted.
Last night the Bravo people shot the show and then wanted to
shoot me driving to Peppermill and I did that and pretty
much recited my Vegas entry that I wrote for the
Encyclopedia Britannica. Then Johnny, Georgie, Tina,
Goudeau, and Mac pretended to be my friends for Bravo until
2:30 am. Mac was talking about how he's going to be a
father and I told him a great name was LoafDish and no one
at the table agreed with me.
After keeping me up shooting that late, Goudeau had to come
over at 9am and pretend to be my bike-riding friend. We
took a short ride. Goudeau just bought a new recumbent, so
we were both 'bent. I explained to Bravo that riding a
'bent is like being Don Johnson: you feel like you're
really cool, but you look like a jerk.
I then gave Bravo a big tour of the Slammer. They'll be at
the show tonight and then tomorrow they're going to shoot me
working out with my trainer, because that's what America
wants to see.
So, that's life in Vegas. Last night I picked a very busty
woman with dyed blond hair for the Knife Throwing. From now
on, I can have busty OR blond, but not both. Man, she added
about 4 minutes to the show. "This is a Vegas show now, but
it could be CNN tomorrow," is one of the threats I had to
use on her. B OR B from now on. B OR B.
I've taken a lot of drugs, hardcore prescription stuff and
I'm going to kick this Indian whatever. I'm feeling better
already and I'm back in Vegas and I'm rocking.
I like Unicorn.