Last year I went to New York for a comedy festival and told myself it was probably the last time I was going to do standup. I was ready to be done. Simply put, the lifestyle isn’t for me. Too many late nights, too many nights at a bar, too much time away from my couch, too much grind. I’ll just be honest here, I’m not tough enough for it.
So I decided to quit.
And yet one year later here I am. Heading back to that same festival in New York in just two short weeks. Standup, why can’t I quit you?
I’m no longer pursuing standup, I’m just enjoying it. And for now that works for me because when I’m willing to admit it, I really love standup. Making strangers laugh at stuff I’ve written is a high unlike anything I’ve ever known. So why would I stop doing something that makes me happy?
Why? Maybe because it’s still one of the weirdest things I’ve done and writing new shit every week is hard and sometimes my stuff flops and sometimes I want to run off stage and sometimes I want to silence that voice in my head that appears at least once a day that says you’ll never write something funny again because you’re horrible and not funny so just stop now. Yea that. That’s why I still want to quit every once in a while. I think that voice is also called fear.
But whatever, I’m going to New York to tell some jokes and I’m excited as hell. Fear can shut the hell up for the next two weeks for all I care.
I’ll be at Broadway Comedy Club again on Wednesday and Thursday, October 21 & 22, at 8:00 if any of my New Yorker pals want to come say hello! Send me a message and I’ll tell you how to get free tickets. And if you do come just realize I filter myself on this blog… I don’t in standup. So if you’re offended easily maybe let’s just meet up after? (insert smiley face emoji.)
The bangs won’t be coming back, but hopefully my left hand will.
More importantly, will you give me some ideas of what to do in NY? I’m going with my favorite travel partners (MY PARENTS!) and my dad has never been before. But his favorite thing to do on vacation is drink in random bars, so if you’ve got a favorite hole-in-the-wall please let me know.
Also someone please tell me where to:
Get a bloody (preferably Midwest style.)
See a Vizsla.
See a Taylor Swift.
Perhaps a good tour?
Eat a good meal (where the locals eat)
But most importantly where to drink- (nothing with white walls, white booths, or white floors. The grungier the better.)
What shows to see at UCB.
Anything else I have to do while in New York for a few days.
And now I’m going to end with this photo of me hailing a cab on my first trip to NYC many many years ago.
It’s important for three reasons.
1. That blazer style jean jacket! Seriously, I would wear it now.
2. During this trip I wrote in my travel diary (separate from my normal diary, because all cool kids kept travel diaries) “I think I might want to be a comedian some day. I like to tell jokes and stuff and act funny.“
3. And then I wrote one of my first jokes. It goes like this: “Why does pizza have to be on a bagel to be eaten any time?”
I murdered at recess with that one.
That’s it. Follow your dreams. Don’t give up. Drink more coffee. I’ve HAD SO MUCH COFFEE today.