Follow Up

Some of y'all are so sweet and supportive. Thank you. There were lots of inquiries as to how the Kansas City trip went. So, I'll tell ya.

I had a LOT of fun harassing the guys in my minivan. Those poor guys. I think to them, it was worth the 3 hour drive locked in the car with me because I'd made chocolate covered pretzels. And mamma doesn't mess around...it was dark chocolate. DELICIOUS. These starving comedians were forced to ride with me, listening to my 80s Jams collection while hearing story after story about my cute kids. I think they numbed the pain and drowned me out with the crunch of the pretzels.

Oh, you wanted to hear how the actual competition went. Heh heh. It went fine. I'm still quite the amateur, so I didn't win. However, one of my chocolate covered pretzel fed buddies did, and so well deserved. He's a funny guy, that Richard Reese. But I'm sure it was my pretzel recipe that gave him the extra funny. I'm just sure of it.

There was an interesting haze in the air from the moment we got there, to how we were treated. There were 8 of us and we all had good performances that night. There was definitely some home-cookin. I'm usually a fan of home-cookin, when I'm the home team. But this time, there was a distinct pooh-like aroma of "Don't come on our turf" type of gig. Back in the glory days, I would have meerly cast a look and settled the score. Put up or shut up you mo-rons. But in today's time...I'm in my 30's, have kids, happy and not really competitive unless I need to pit my children against another's cuteness, skills, or smarts. Other than that, I see the puffy chest and stupid caddiness of it all and simply laugh it away. Which is good, because I'm a comedian...at a comedy club.

None the less, the experience was priceless.

Somedays I go up and bomb at open mics. And all I can think is, "That was REALLY funny on paper." Most nights of this comedy gig are late ones. And if you know me, you know I've never EVER been a late night kind of girl. I need all the beauty sleep I can get. Can I get an Amen!? So, usually what happens is, I stay up, I bomb on stage (sometimes), I go home, I'm wired, can't get to sleep and then I wake up the next morning exhausted and defeated. It's similar to a hangover when you're trying to remember who you smooched, or....otherwise....the night before. And all I can ask myself is "What the hell am I doing this for? Maybe I should just stick to writing the funny on my fabulous blog."

Ultimately, my priority is my kids and my Ricardo. And as long as nothing is sacrificed on their beautiful behalf, then I'll keep doing this comedy gig. I'm still working out my purpose for it. Most of the comedians I roll with are dedicated, committed, funny, and want it for a career. I think they get a bit frustrated with my laissez-faire take on the whole comedy gig. "Mamma can't make it to the club tonight...I just found a kick ass recipe for porkchops," or "Mamma can't make it to the club tonight because I'm tired" or "someone is sick" etc. But they are supportive, still.

It takes a lot of practice. But I simply think I have a message to share, I have a knack (in progress) and I have a great support system with my family, my friends as well as my local comedy buddies. So, thank you. And I really do love to hear your comments (about me...not you) and email me anytime to tell me how great I am...or not. Whatever. There's a "contact me" link on this home page. Send me a note.

That's how I roll!