Welllllllll, I didn't do too well last night. Actually there were little crickets with kilts on chirping away in the audience (and playing little bagpipes) after the punchlines from most of my jokes. There was one guy laughing really hard though (and I paid him handsomely for it). The audience of 30 looked like they were all about 15 years old. Oh well, I guess I have no where to go but up! It was also about 100 degrees in the venue because the air wasn't working. By the way, the venue is about 500 years old and it
looks like a bomb shelter or wine cellar (quansat hut dome-like shape). I know I spelled quansat hut wrong but just say it out loud and you'll get my meaning.
So...I really want this trip to end now so that I can go home and crawl under the covers and rock myself gently to sleep -- like I do most days when I'm alone. Most of the other comics were really nice and they said the audience was the worst ever and that I shouldn't measure myself by that. So...of course...I am totally ignoring them and I firmly believe I stink. No, I'm going to get my butt up there tonight and try again and then go up the next night and etc., etc. The thought of it is a little daunting though.
Well, before my dreams were crushed yesterday evening, I went out around the city and took a bus to the Scottish National Gallery to see the hugh Monet exhibit they have there. The bus stop was about 3 blocks away from the museum on the biggest shopping street in the city -- so I had to go in a few
shops. Luckily I made it to the exhibit before it closed at 6 p.m. The exhibit was really nice though. There were some really interesting paintings that Monet did that I've never heard of or seen before -- those, of course, were the best of all of them to me.
Afterwards, I went up to the street where the Fringe is going on and watched some street acts. There was a group of Mormon boys on their mission who were staring in wonder at these street performers and the street performers, in turn, were staring in wonder at the Mormons. I told the street performers to run while they still had a chance. Then I saw this guy stand on a bicycle 6 feet in the air while juggling a torch, knife and apple (and taking bites out of the apple). Before I inadvertently knocked over the pole he was balancing on, the show was really good. (Just checking to see if you're still awake.)
Afterwards I sat in a coffee shop and went over my act (for apparently no good reason) and then I went to a small pizza shop for dinner. As I was waiting for my pizza, a "lady" sat next to me and started talking. "She" was wearing hugh false eyelashes and lots of makeup. "She" was very friendly and
interesting, etc. but as you can tell by the quotes, I'm no so sure whether this person was male or female. Anyway, I finished my dinner quickly and excused myself to meet some comics at this other venue where they were doing a free show.
The venue was a bar with a pool table and several really burly-looking scottish fellows. They heckled the comics mercilessly and called the male australian comics "Sheila" repeatedly. One of the more established comics from my show bailed out after that. He said that he doesn't perform under those conditions. Anyway, the "little person" that lives in my house went up and won the crowd over. Afterwards we went to my show and you know what happened.
After the show we went to this other comedy club and I was introduced to the booker there (of course I really didn't care by that time). We stayed and watched these other scottish comics and they were really funny. I laughed really hard. So, the evening ended up alright.
I really love your messages and good thoughts. Maybe I didn't get the full force of them before my show because of the time difference. Now that I know I have them, I can't fail!! I'm sure you've guessed that it wasn't as bad as I say it was but I really like being overly dramatic.
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