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GET TICKETS TO A SHOW I’M HOSTING ON MARCH 8TH!
I bought a tambourine for it.
MEDIUM:
Hello. I’ve just returned from a trip to North Carolina, where we routinely passed a sign that said: “Dale Fell Health Center”. Each time we drove by the sign, I exploded into a fit of laughter because I decided (in my head) that they must’ve named the place after their first patient… a man named DALE… who fell.
God, I’m laughing again now just thinking about it.
Imagine you’ve just opened an unnamed health clinic. And a man named Dale… falls. And comes to ur center to be treated. And you’re like, “Well… I guess that’s gotta be our name! Dale Fell!” Come on, that’s hilarious. I don’t care what anyone says. I will never stop laughing at stuff like “Dale Fell Health Center”. Sorry! Life is brief.
I hope Dale has recovered from his fall. Obviously, in my head, it was a light tumble. Nothing too serious.
LONG:
For those of you who didn’t read last week’s newsletter, I traveled to Asheville, North Carolina over the weekend because my lover wanted to see a big famous house. And while I would rather see the back of my eyelids, I went with them, because I’m in love (and also I knew I would ultimately have a fun time after a bit of complaining).
When we got off the plane, we were greeted by a family holding a sign that said “Welcome Home From Prison” (it wasn’t for us).
Then we went to our Airbnb, and it turns out, it was built in 1890, and is currently owned by a man who got kicked out of the church for doing same-sex marriages so he founded his own non-denominational gathering space where he preached wearing banana socks.
We googled him on the car ride to dinner. He’s also released many musical albums. Feel free to search them up and give them a listen yourself. I’m currently enjoying Dog Breath & Other Mind Boggling Hits for Kids as I write this.
The next day, we visited the large house. It was built by a Vanderbilt and the US government hid important paintings there during World War II. I will attach photos at the end of this, because it was a stunning monstrosity with a creepy underground pool situation. I tried to look up photos of the pool filled with water, but the internet doesn’t have any. If you happen to have photos of the Biltmore pool all filled up, let me know, because, for some reason, I need to see what it looked like all filled up.
After the big house, we had some more delicious food and then drove on a long road to see where they shot some part of The Hunger Games but then it was closed.
Now I’m back in Brooklyn and have a 10pm comedy show, and I hope I don’t fall asleep onstage or start laughing to myself about Dale Fell (the only thing I’ve actually found funny in weeks).
If you’re curious about where we ate in Asheville, here’s a list:
Biscuit Head, Nine Mile, Laughing Seed Cafe, Rosetta’s Kitchen*, Plant, Early Girl
*my favorite! (but all were great)
Pre-Asheville, Jess and I also went to Coletta NYC for Valentine’s Day, and it was delicious. I highly recommend the Penne A La Vodka.
Okay! This has become the travel and cuisine iteration of the newsletter! Watch out, Food & Wine mag!
I also had an important 5 min thing at NYCC this past week and did well. I am proud of myself for it.
Anyway…
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Reid Pope
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