Really, every girl should pick herself up a penguin.
My penguin comes, of course, from my speed dating experience a couple weeks ago. The penguin was my first post-speed-dating date (about 20 minutes after speed dating finished, actually), and while I can't say he has the sheer effect on me that Superman has (and just ask Danny DeVito how fair that is), I can say that we always have a good time. He is the party.
A well-planned date it was, too. We started at Ching Ching Cha in Georgetown, a lovely little tea house. After snacking on chicken dumplings and tea, we made our way to DC Improv, an activity I have literally wanted to do since I moved to DC in 2000.
It was definitely worth the wait. The comic tonight was a hypnotist, and after making several lazy sperm jokes (apparently, conception was a problem for his family), he moved on to the main event, hypnotizing about ten people on the stage. It was hysterical! He gave one poor woman MPD, where she had two hands that disagreed with each other and each had their own opinions about what he was saying. One woman looked truly pained as she discussed the aliens that came and destroyed her trailer park and made her pregnant, while the man in front of her jumped onto his chair and formed letters with his body. The highlight of the evening came when one woman was compelled to tell a joke and demanded that the comic snap in her ear so that she could tell the proper punchline (the first compulsion was to forget the punchline).
It was a great time--the penguin and I get along well and have a fair amount in common (I still think he lives with his parents). Our date was a respectable four hours long, and while I can't say I floated home, I still had an excellent time.
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Sounds fun! I saw a hypnotist perform at my post grad party in highschool. I think the only thing funnier than seeing a bunch of people hypnotised to act like idiots, is seeing people you know hypnotised to act like idiots.
Penguin sound nice but not SUPER. MAN, I thought you were supposed to marry a nice Jewish boy?
Oh, the penguin isn't really marriage material. I'm pretty sure he still lives with his parents, and he doesn't seem to have any professional ambitions beyond his holiday job at Express. Oh, and I was a little disappointed with the goodnight kiss--I really thought he was going to bring it, and he didn't. But he's fun, we have a good time together, and he ensures that I'm not exclusively involved with Superman (who is, after all, just getting out of a divorce and may not be looking for commitment just yet).
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