I’m fresh back from Charleston, IL, where I featured for the indescribable TR Degraw and wanted to share a little photo:
This is the balance to all the crap that every comic has to go through.
On the five hour drive to the show I was lured off track by a sign for a place called “BOOMTOWN” where I bought a bagfull of things that, you know, boom.
After the show, and perhaps a drink or two, we all ended up at local guy Dan Tessitore’s house for a bonfire. He’s not only the local booker/mastermind/champion of the cause, but has been in stand up for years. Check him out. (come on, we all have youtube on our bookmarks)
Combine explosives and alcohol for every southern girl’s favorite game:
However, soon all the spinning and popping and jumping things were gone. By this time it had gotten late, and I had spent all night with total strangers having talking, listening, and coughing. (The coughing began after the furniture went into the fire.) (And the pot.)
This picture was taken toward the end. Everyone took a sparkler. No one waffled or claimed “adulthood”. Dan grabbed a picture, and then someone yelled “sparkler tag!”.
I felt so welcome.
About twenty minutes later I burped beer into my nose and decided to retire.
Performing is OBVIOUSLY the best part. Nothing tops that. This is the second best part: burning shit.
Don’t act like you didn’t know.