Today started out as a particularly un-hungover kind of morning. Remarkable. It started off with breakfast at my local Mexican restaurant where I sat and worked on jokes for tonight because I've committed to working on this stuff in an effort to see if something evolves or at least have some new interesting experiences. Or a laugh.Then I ran 3 miles followed by a massage by a new guy who I will just say had questionable ideas about boundaries.
Tonight at the comedy club, I decided to wear my magic jeans again. I got there too late to sign up, but the bartender was nice and he got me on the list anyway. MAGIC JEANS, PEOPLE! Magic jeans. However, I just was not feelin' it tonight. So I sat down at the bar and pondered my material, trying to find some connection with it.
Meanwhile, another comic sat down, and we talked a little bit. I didn't think anything of it. Then later I sat down at a small table and put my purse in the chair to ward off any unwanteds, but the new comic friend came right up and sat down with me. He helped me with some of my material, which I thought was just being polite. He stayed for my set, which SUCKED IMO, but I did get some laughs, which is better than several people who went up on stage, which is what my new comic friend reminded me.
Magic jeans.
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