New Yowrk

So I went to UCB tonight to czech out the All Jew Review and it was one of the best things I have seen in forever. Two amazing things about it were that Michael Showalter and Paul F. Tompkins were there. My friend April is a huge fan of Paul's and knew him from doing standup. I was so excited to see him perform since she always speaks highly of him. So he comes on and he is hilarious. Very great. It was more of an interview than standup, but great nonetheless.
So after the show is over I outside to wait for him to come out from the theatre. Sarah is with me and we pretend we are in the standby line so we don't get shooed away. We wait for a minute, but he hasn't come out yet. So we go inside the grocery store next to the theatre to find some goddamned half-chocolate marshmallows. Now, we were already talking up the ghetto s'more earlier in the day, but seeing this took the cake. Well, we didn't have cake, we had fucking ghetto s'mores. We end up getting a few more things; soy milk, chips, pizza flavoured Goldfish for me to snack on, plus some Andes mints for the ghetto s'mores.
I should probably explain what a ghetto s'more is. A ghetto s'more is when you want a s'more, but can't create a proper fire for which to roast marshmallows. To solve this, you use the ghetto method, which is to turn on the burner on your gas stove and toast the mallow over the flame. This is highly dangerous, but the payoff is well worth any risk or actual incident that may occur. It tastes just like the real thing.
So we get out of the grocer's store and I want some of those pizza flavoured Goldfish crackers. I pop those bad boys open, but only after utilizing Sarah's hand sanitizing gel substance. With my properly cleansed hands I reach into the bag for some pizza flavoured greatness. Then it happens, Paul walks out of the theatre. He is immediately stopped by some silly girls up near the front door. While this is occurring I eat some more Goldfish. God damn they are tasty. So they all get done harassing him and he walks towards me. I say to him, "Hi Paul, do you have a second? First of all that was a great show and... would you like a Goldfish?"
He went for it. Paul Ffin' Tompkins ate my Goldfish. - highlight
So I keep talking to him and tell him that our mutual friend April told me I must see him. I tell him about that I'm out of town, to which he responds with a quick, "How long are you here for?" I felt like he was going to ask me to hang out. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that, I mean, we just met and all. Things seemed to be moving pretty fast. So I told him only until Tuesday, trying to dodge any awkwardness that could ensue. I think he caught on to my drift, and there was no real follow-up to it. So we just shot-the-shit for a while more and that was about that. He was really cool and it was really nice of him to take the time to talk to a Joe six-pack/plumber like me.
Cheers to you, Paul F. Tompkins!