I suppose I shouldn't be getting drunk the night before an 11 AM audition in New York for Last Comic Standing but I'm so depressed about this whole health care debacle that I feel the need to consume large quantities of red wine.
We had a great weekend in Buford, Georgia. On Saturday night, an old Jr. High School buddy and his lovely wife came to our show. It turns out he lives a few blocks away and he came to the club not knowing I was one of the performers.
When my husband asked him from stage what I was like as a teenager he said, "She was easy." Of course, that is a blatant falsehood but it did get a huge laugh from the crowd.
It was a fun night. Tonight, however, not so much. A fellow comic put it well when he said he feels like it's 9/11 all over again. I agree.
Oops, it looks like I could use a little more vino.