I dabbled in comedy tonight. It was fun, in that way that comedy isn’t really capital F fun for the folks doing it.

I really like some of the stuff from W. Kamau Bell, and I wished it was the kind of place you could have had an actual conversation with the other performers. Same with Nato Green.

It wasn’t, though. More of a come in, do your time get on the road kind of show. (With my road about 2-3 miles away, I could have stayed.)

When I got there, the bartender thought he might have met me before at the Rose and Crown nearby, which used to have a comedy show. I did it twice, moments after moving here. To say I sucked would be to grossly underestimate what amounted to the Orick challenge.

A couple of people showed up from a job in the early 90s. A couple of other people showed up from my current employment. I shall see if they make eye contact come the morning, or advert their gaze in that awkward afterwards of a comedy show that’s rather like a bad morning after with an intimate stranger. Hopefully, all don’t hate me.

And, as I prepared to go on stage, I remembered Dot and I devising our hosting strategy. I tried to live it all, and I tried to do all of the things assigned to me — passing the tip bucket, eliciting tips, introducing and generally keeping the show moving. I believe I met expectations. (In a perfect world, people would have been howling for more of me. Alas.)

One last thing checked off my personal to-do list. I should try this comedy thing more often. Next on the list will be to go to Asia.

(Video to come, maybe I’ll ask people to vote on whether I should try this comedy thing more often.)