I’ve been working on putting together a stand-up act. So every time I get a funny idea, I have been putting it in my routine instead of doing a blog post. I feel like I have been cheating on myself… like a guy using his left hand. Ba dum bum.
Um, that was kind of funny, I should write that down.
I am scheduled to go up at an open mic night in a week. It will be my first time and I am scared to death! I have been making my friends and co-workers listen to my five minute set during breaks at work. They have, for the most part been very kind, but my girlfriend says she misses having conversations with me because now every time we talk it’s part of my act.
Doing a stand-up routine is a bucket list item, and once again my wonderful husband has given me the encouragement and support to try something I always wanted to do; assuming, of course that I don’t chicken out… or die. (Cross your fingers)
I won’t, I’ll do it. How bad could it be? Even if I start bombing on stage, I’ll just pretend the audience is family. It not like every holiday dinner doesn’t end up with a room full of silent, annoyed people getting hammered.
Yeah, that was funny, I’ll write that down.
Besides, maybe I’ll do great. Maybe I’ll be the next Roseanne. Maybe it will just be an experience I can talk about at parties for the next couple of years. I don’t know. But I do know that if I didn’t try it, that would really be cheating on myself.