1 Year Anniversary

I am celebrating my first year (not really celebrating) of doing stand-up comedy and it's been interesting. I had no idea what I was doing when I started and now......I  know even less. I started out getting shit- nervous when I hit the stage to the point of nausea and dry heaves. I had even thought of actually taking a bucket on stage with me, not as a prop, but as a way to not make a mess on a comedy club stage and get banned for life from a place that I'd probably want to perform at again. I had a show at John Lovitz Comedy Club last September and I found some cool plastic pop-corn buckets; the kind that might be purchased at the movies, but these were decorated with some cute children's movie promo on them. I thought that they would make great barf-buckets. Thankfully I didn't have to use one, even though I had been in a serious panic for the two weeks leading up to the show. I did well that night, some friends came out and I learned something valuable that night: Doing stand-up is not quite scary enough to cause me to die of a massive heart attack onstage. Almost, but not quite. And that is a good thing, because as long as I am alive......you can come see me!