Halfway there, I was “that girl” who broke the heel of my shoe in the sidewalk. Ryan doesn’t want me to spend the $10 it would take to get them fixed even though they only cost me $5 downtown at the LA Fashion District! Our respective logics don’t agree on this matter.
Anyway, back to The Comedy Store…y.
Above the main room at The Comedy Store is a neon sign that reads “The Belly Room”. What Ryan and I didn’t know is that there’s also a neon arrow pointing up the stairs… but that part is burnt out.
So Ryan and I sat through several sets until Mark’s spot came and went. Then we looked at each other; and he got up to find out where The Belly Room really is… on the way, he found Mark… who had just finished his set. Upstairs.
Here’s a picture of my broken shoe.