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.
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Drink while you can still afford it!
Traci,
My fiancee and I are following your lead--I have a productive career for which I might not have incentive to continue in the future, and my lovely future wife is a grad student who might not have any job options when she graduates. For now, we'll hoist three sheets and pray that somehow, some way, the Good Guys (or the Better Guys) will be able to overturn this thing, preferably retroactively.
Regardless, if you and your husband are ever in Minneapolis, feel free to look me up and we'll be happy to host you for a drink, slung arm or no (maybe you'll still be waiting for treatment by then, eh, comrade?).
You can reach us at dkrising@yahoo.com. Take care!
Drew
I'm drinking as fast as I can.
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