The good news is I think that I adequately acquitted myself to the family. And, I was happy to see my aunt, uncle, cousin, brother and sister-in-law, and I don’t think I embarassed my cousin’s girlfriend by my existence on stage. (Imagine the horror of “oh, my cousin does comedy,” followed by the most painfully excrutiating unfunny turn on stage. Ugh. I don’t believe I offered that.)

I was also glad to see a friend from like the olden fucking days, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, with whom I worked in college, and her husband.

I acknowledge to the world, however, what a horrible burdent “come see me perform,” must be. Come sit in the back rooom of a seafood restaurant and listen the assault of pre-fab, pre-done bits of comedy goodness.

Really though, I think no one left ashamed to know me. They might have even thought me funny, imagine that.

The bad news is the show started late, and it felf unbelievably long. Sometimes it is embarassing to admit to outsiders that that is the milieu in which I constantly dwell. I could see their faces and think, “Oh god they recognize unfunny, and here they are listening to such a show.”

The best thing, though, is not talking about my recent woes. You mention to folks you were in “administration” profressionallly and then just wait to hear their stories. I don’t have to say anything, literally, and their own stories issue forth, leaving me to only listen.