Hey y’all! Once again, it’s been a while. Just got back from the Boston Comedy Festival. It was held in Boston.
Got there on Tuesday afternoon. Took the subway from the airport to the Haaaavid Yaaaad (that’s my typed interpretation of the authentic Bostonian accent), and cruised the main campus a bit. I’ve never been to Harvard before. I know, it’s hard to believe. Met up with my friend Curt who I’ve known since elementary school then went to lunch. Curt’s in school at Haaaavid. I spent the first nite with him and his wife in Cambridge.
I had my prelim. round in the festival that nite at the Comedy Connection. It’s one of the best clubs in the country and it was great to be there. I met a couple real cool comics from up Boston way. Kelly MacFarland — oh so funny… catch her if you can. I had a good set, though I know I made a pretty dumb move pre-show… There were 12 comics and I pulled #12. Yuck. I thought, I’m not gonna want to go last. The crowd’ll be tired… At the same time, Kelly pulled #1 and she didn’t want to go first, so we switched. Why would I volunteer to go first? I haven’t the slightest, but I did it… I should have realized that since the sets were so short and the emcee really kept things moving the crowd wouldn’t really be worn out by the end. But anyway, Kelly and I switched and she had what I thought was the best set of the nite. The crowd absolutely loved her.
But neither of us advanced. I know if she had moved on from the 12 spot, in the back of my mind, I’d be kicking myself wondering ‘what if’, but since she didn’t either, I felt a lot better. I mean, if anyone could have pulled it off, she would have.
But it was cool. I was happy with what I did. I had packed press kits and I met the club’s booker, chatted it up and gave him my promo, so perhaps all was not in vain…
I’m back now and I’m over competitions for a while. I think I’m gonna go take a nap. Holler at y’all a little later.