Day 240 = Resistance Bands + Makin Friends

Oh ye day o' recovery after a night of drinking. I wouldn't call it a hangover, per se, it's more like just being completely worn out, disoriented and fuzzy. My standard prescription of 3 Ibuprofen kicked in a few hours ago, so it's starting to look up. And a fat breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon works wonders.

I have to admit that I'm a little anxious about comedy tonight because of CCL. Will he be there? Will he talk to me? Will the girlfriend be with him? Awkward. I'm not mad. I just want to be friends and to get his solicited feedback on my set. It's important to have friends at the club, and it's nice to show up and know people who know you and you can carry on a conversation with them and help each other out with jokes and punch lines. Of course, most people there are guys, but I guess I'm going to have to make more of an effort to reach out to the women myself and make female friends. Especially if I want to be in Chick Schtick. And slowly but surely, people are getting to know me and remember my name and sometimes even give me a hug when they see me. And sometimes even comment on my set. I need the support. I welcome the feedback and the comaraderie. One thing I've learned about hanging with this comedy set is they are kind of tight-knit and just a different crowd. Not a bad crowd, just different. I like different.

Well, here's how my comedy set went down tonight. I stood in line and at one point looked behind me at the end of the line and saw CCL, lookin all sad and "poor me." Yeah, I bet he's had a rough day. Or maybe he was hungover. Did I see him the rest of the night? No. But he did stay and see my set; I never saw him there. Didn't even know he was in the building. He gave me some feedback via text message, and I will take that to heart. So thanks, secret CCL, wherever you are tonight. And I'm assuming you're in some kind of emotional vise grip for your girlfriend to prove your love to her. Keep ya head up, kid. You'll figure this out.

My set was just OK. I keep reminding myself that I'm still new and I'll get better. I do get laughs every time I'm up there, and hey, 80% of anything is just showing up. So I'm just interested to see where this hobby will take me. And due to the hangover and anxiousness about my comedy and long nap, I only had time to fit in resistance bands tonight.