Laughterglow in two weeks!

I am hosting a comedy show happening next Thursday that is going to be superfun! Thursday, Sept. 9 will be the last Laughterglow to happen at the E Room before the bar closes the next month (sad face!). I’m really looking forward to it because it has some of my favorite local comics, both new and not quite as new. Ron Funches (who just featured for Reggie Watts at Helium hells yes he did), Holli Pappan, Shawn Fleek, Carmen Trineece, Jessie McCoy, and Christen Manville. Provocative. Hilarious. Cutting edge. The LA Times gives it 5 thumbs up. Only $5 to laugh for literally the entire show. I know — most places charge way more per laugh! Hope to see you there, friends!

E Room show rocked, and I’m in Just Out~

Well cats, the E Room show last week was like a fucking riot. The room was packed and everybody killed. I have seriously fallen in lust with doing comedy in the Tomb. The wonderful folks at the Egyptian Club even dragged out a brick wall background that undoubtedly was created during the first comedy boom in the 80s. It is all fantastic. And not only did Just Out blog the shit out of the show (because Ryan Pardo is RADTASTIC), but the Mercury chose my little show as a Pick of the Week. (They said “burgeoning” again about the comedy scene people. Burgeoning!) We even made it into the paper version! Which I cannot sadly post here. Because it is paper. Anywho, the next show will be May 6 with a new cast of comedic characters and a new name, so plan to not miss it because you will be sad if you do!

And speaking of Just Out, I was profiled in their March 5 edition by the once again amazing Ryan Pardo. The article is wonderful and entirely too long. I babble a lot about comedy, Portland, and other things that I do not fully understand. The article is here on their website and I’m putting it here too. Posted twice because it’s so nice.

Stand Up Gals (and Guys)
Portland comic Whitney Streed and the new funny

By Ryan J. Prado

“I was going to be a history teacher,” says Whitney Streed as she fidgets with a bone-white straw, stirring a glass of lemonade at a table on the back patio/smoking alley of Northeast tavern Beulahland. February’s biting winds have been temporarily blocked by the saloon-y shelter, but still Streed seems to shiver; her eyes dart as she answers questions with the verbal velocity of the Micro Machines Man. …