Yesterday after work, Mr. W and I double-dated with my bailiff and his girlfriend. We went to see comedian Jeff Garcia perform at the Brea Improv. First we all met at Taps Brewery and waited 50 minutes for a table, then another 40 minutes for our food. Man, if it weren’t for good company, my PMS would’ve totally taken over and they would’ve had human tissue all over the nice Taps walls. =P However, I must give props to the “really good cuts of fish,” (Mr. W) i.e. Chiliean sea bass and seared Ahi tuna.

The comedians were pretty entertaining. Some of them were very animated. It was a very Latino-based jokes evening, which is pretty much what we expected from the lineup.

Last nite I truly felt old as I dozed off sitting there (and standing in line) at 11:15p or so. I’ll blame it on the medication mixed with the alcohol. Two drink minimum. At least I’ve stumbled on a cure for my insomnia.