Check it out, I’m living with a sweet, sweet man.

Yesterday morning, in a wave of blueness, I wrote that I was a tad lonely what with being a stranger in a strange land. Later that same day, M. tells me he’s too busy at work to keep up with my web opus. Ah well.

That same evening, he decides we should check out a comedy open mike in the neighboring village of Saratoga. As we are walking to the place, he makes some crack about my being “lonely.” Rat bastard had been reading all along, and he had decided to bring me on a comedy outing.

Along with the sudden outbursts in my head that run along the lines of “WHAT THE FUCK? I SO TOTALLY MOVED,” there’s another cluster of shocked internal monologues, “WHAT THE FUCK? I’M LIVING WITH A GUY.”

Anywho, the open mike, which was at the Blue Rock Shoot cafe, was fun. It was about what you would expect for Tuesday and open mikedness — some good, some bad, no audience. Kind of reminded me of the All Asia, back when it was fun and the other comics were friendly to one another and there was some supportiveness.

I was also pretty impressed and pleasantly surprised with Ruth Lynn Miller, a 71-year-old woman who hosted. Back East, I’ve seen a few older, women comics, but mostly they never seem loose and like they are having fun. More like they are giving a lecture and not trying to entertain. Not Ruth, though. She seemed happy and what folks might call “a hoot.”

The sad thing was it kept making me think of Pat’s essentially chucking it all at 71. Here’s someone the same age out and about at a comedy show, reminding me that you can age any way you want to–I’m going for less than gracefully.