I should have posted earlier in the day and/or week that I was performing at the Comedy Studio tonight. Honestly, though, between it being Wednesday and the completely suck, lackluster performance from the last time I was there, I decided screw it. (That and my computer mildly shitting the bed; well, the one I wouldn’t have to share.)

Instead, I focused on the egg foo yung (or however them orientals* spell it) in my future and figured if nothing else, M. and I were back in a Cambridge chinese restaurant whirl.

As should now be expected, whenever I expect nothing and worry not a wit about the crapfest in which I am likely to dive, it turns out fine, fine and dandy. Unexpectedly, there was a full house, thanks to some staff activity from a tutoring center, and happily I brung on the laugh-type making jokey jokes. And, everyone had a pretty good night, including those who I have secretly disdained. (Oh, sure, write about “disdain” on your website and call it a secret, won’t I ever learn?)

Nah, really, it was a good show.

By the way, speaking of secret conversations and all being out on the WWW, turns out M. deserves credit for many, many things just simply by being. I learned today that my neighbors like me, my comedy was more relaxed, a woman of color enjoys talking with me and I walk a little taller all because of the man, the legend, who one friend has dubbed “Captain Linux.” Good fucking god, what a lucky woman I am.

* Orientals – not so much a racial slur as a childhood remembrance. Apart from the obvious colonialist obnoxiousness of occidental/oriental is it that bad?