Resurfacing

Blur.
It’s been a blur. I realize that it’s only been two days since I did it…but man oh man. Everyone is asking how’d it go? What did I think? Did people laugh? Do I want to do it again?

and kids, let me just say I had a blast. It’s been awhile since I conquered a big ass fear. I felt like a super power of some sort. Conquering Girl. Purple cape please. It was the biggest crowd that they’d ever had at the Speakeasy, save possibly once for the improv guys. I had an amazing following there. People came from all parts of my life and that was…better than anything.

One of my salon gals video’d me on her iphone an I watched some of it yesterday. Some of it. Hyper critical.

Yes people laughed. But the audience was my tribe. so objectively…was it funny? would it play to a group of strangers? I doubt it. I don’t know. It played Monday. Yes, I had fun. I had a blast. I love being onstage. I love being able to be loose and fast with the audience.

I was a little too loose and not nearly fast enough. Twenty five minutes. It should have never gone on that long. I’m stuck on that fact. there was a lot of ambient noise coming out of my face that didn’t need to be there. But…(don’t tell me, I already know. it was my first time. enjoy it. . .and I am.) if I do this again, there will be shaving and tightening the likes of prom night.

Which brings me to the big ? am I doing this again.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Maybe.
This was a big thing to get through. I need to simmer in it and see what I think about it. I’m not convinced that this is the format for me, really. But maybe.

I’m working now, on a TV pilot. The Sketch is what it’s called, lots of sketch comedy, lot’s of it written by The Vegan. He’s again, inspiring in the talent. I want to try my hand at writing sketch. I want to continue to work on writing…SOMETHING of substance. of presence. And right now, the inside of my brain has gone from looking like the ticket booth at Yankee stadium on the last game of the season, to looking like the inside of Brittany spears head.

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i got nuthin.

All in all, it was an amazing, fabulous, fulfilling, accomplishing, conquering night. I’m so glad I did it. I’m ready for the next phase of TNBT…because I feel like I opened the door to it on Monday.

Tonight Dad comes back. He’s spraying my yard again. Killing that pretty green lushness that I’ve learned are weeds. crabgrass. damnit. I am going to try to work on the reunion, learn my phone, see a play, have some facetime with Gert and Co. watch Lil Ringo in her triathlon on Sunday…my life is full. But it’s full of wonder and love and fabulousness. It really really is.

And when you are underwater for awhile, and resurface…it’s nice to resurface into a place so awesome*

Happy Humping Day! Huzzuah and Halakaleem and I love George Clooney!

*i miss How I Met Your Mother. I want TV back!!