so i am kinda sick of writing about the rush to and fro the train (i am sure there will be more of those types of posts, don't fool yourself, erin)
the thing is, i need more....
sure i can yap about how a casting chick called to possibly redecorate my room (spoke to her last night and i have to call her today again - after sending photos of my room/hallway and myself... sad how the photos of myself look better than my room.... but i digress...)
my comedy sistah, Monica, is performing tomorrow night at the Comic Strip Live (2nd ave & 82nd street) it's a 6pm show... she too has been away from the stage like me (although she's been up more than i have lately...)
i told gigglemom that i was going and i'd be late...
"erin... *insert heavy sigh*... you just started your job and you really shouldn't be running around the city at all hours"
all hours? it's a bloody 6pm show. the latest it'll run till is 7:30/8pm...
and i started the effing job a month ago...
screw that. i am going. she never did approve of me doing stand-up... and she can sense that i have the itch, the bug, the hankerin' to get back up in front of a crowd.
"why do you need to have so much attention? you're an only child and i focused on you - you shouldn't crave attention"
i swear it came out of her mouth (okay that was in reference to the teevee show that i might be on, but, still...)
i am now working in the best city in the world again. i stifled myself when i was living up here... i will not do that again.
yes. the bringer shows were a bit traumatic if i didn't have enough people show... but there are open mics -- ironically, i have an open mic list that a couple of hundred comics per day come and check out... have i been to an open mic in a while? nope. i have to.
that said... just sipping on a little coffee here for a minute and taking 45 seconds to let y'all know that i am announcing that i'm heading out to see monica tomorrow night and i will begin writing again so i can get the eff back up onstage.
because i am an only brat who needs attention.
here's a follow-up question to yesterday's:
who wants to see me make an ass outta myself onstage?
