I’ve been taking a class in stand up comedy. Tonight was the second class, and I had to get up in front of my other classmates, about 20 of them, and attempt to be funny.
I did pretty good. I felt good, they laughed, teacher said good things about me.
It was a Sally Field moment: “You like me! You really like me!” I could get into this.
Next week: Local club. On stage. Me.
Whoo boy.
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