Let Them Ho’s Fight

An explosive comedy device has been set in iO’s DCT and it is about to go awesome.

Let Them Ho’s Fight will be returning to iO’s Del Close Theater for two very special shows.

Friday, September 15th and 22nd, the Ho’s will bring their unique brand of in-your-face fast paced improv back to where it all started. After spending the last few months downstairs in the Cabaret space with their good buddies Cook County Social Club, the Ho’s are ready to once again destroy the DCT stage.

Get ready to be totally a’sploded.

Let Them Ho’s Fight.

Where: The Del Close Theater, 3541 N Clark St, Chicago IL 60657-1611

When: Friday, September 15, 2006 & Friday, September 22, 2006 @ midnight CST

Tickets: 5 bucks at the door

I’ve been playing guitar with my roommate Chris a lot recently. We’ve been a little reluctant to call ourselves a band though, as we haven’t had a gig, or really written anything. Until Chris came up with the name: Tyranasaurus Sex. The logo I’m envisioning is a Tyranasaurus with jet black hair cascading over his shoulders as he reclines on a satin bed. If any artists are reading this and would like to draw up a version of that or anything else involving a sexy Tyranosaur, I’d totally let you sit in on one of our rehersals. To just watch, or play, we’re pretty open. We primarilly do folk rock stuff with a sprinkle of nasty R & B thrown in.

I’m bored at work, so I just did a free writing exercise. Here it is:

Where did the phrase panty waste come from? You know? Does it mean, like “I wouldn’t waste a good pair of panties on you.” Cause if that’s the deal, who gives a shit? Or does it mean “You’re about as useful as a pair of panties. Which isn’t very useful at all, for anything other than covering vaginas. So why don’t you go cover up a vagina and stop wasting my time. You waste of space. You panty waste of space. You panty waste of Space Jam, the partially animated Michael Jordan movie. That’s how much you mean to me. As much as a crappy 90s version of Bugs Bunny, in a jersey. In space.” I bet it probably means the latter one. Pretty vicious.

Nice. Just killed a half an hour. See ya dudes!

That’s what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age.

—David Wooderson, Dazed and Confused

Happy birthday, Forest.

Love,

Your Friends

Hey Gang!

So, lets wrap up the Del Close Marathon, shall we?

First off lemme say that I think I can speak for all the Ho’s in saying that we had an awesome time in New York. I got to chill with my girl alone for the first time in months, Brandon got to see a Jankees game, Mort got to take an unexpected road-trip, and Forest drank.

Also, I wanna thank all the staff at The UCB Theater for running a top notch marathon; things were run smoothly and professionally. In addition to doing the DCM show, the Ho’s did a show at The PIT, opening up for Elephant Larry who are a bunch of incredibly welcoming and funny dudes.

Another cool thing; this was the first time I haven’t had to take any trains while in New York. Courtney booked our hotel (Ramada New Yorker, nice place) and it just happened to be right down 8th Avenue from all of the places we needed to be during the weekend. So that kicked fucking ass. Great weekend.

Monday night I came home from a workshop I was doing, pulled the car into the garage, and pushed the garage door closer button only to hear a loud explosion. I turned around and saw sparks falling from somewhere behind the car. Worried that I had crunched the back of the car with the garage door, I hopped out to find a pool of fire just outside… It turns out my closing the garage was the straw that broke our block’s transformer’s ass. The thing totally a’sploded. I hopped out past the fire pool (which I later found out was producing corrosive smoke ’cause of the PCB oil that transformers have in them, fuck) to look up at the transformer, which was sparking and flaming. Shortly thereafter, it a’sploded again, in an even grander fashion. At that point I was already on my phone, desperately trying to fight through the shock and figure out how to dial 911.

Continued…