I went on a date with a guy who said he’s really into girls who aren’t too pretty to talk to. Which is perfect because I’m really into guys who are sure I’m the best they’re gonna do.
I am getting coffee with the hilarious sketch writer and improviser Eileen O’Connell. We met on Tumblr a while back and I’m so excited to meet her in person.
Guys the BBC picked a piece of my Doctor Who fanart to showcase at San Diego Comic Con next weekend and a comedian I met at Flappers in April had a spare pass and invited me so I get to go.
And I made a bunch of pins of my Doctor Who Doodles (Whoodles) and I’m hoping to maybe sell them on Etsy because money is good.
I am really very inconsolably excited.
(This is one of those things that could never have happened if I still liked in NH.)
I went to Flappers on Sunday night to support a new show. Kym and Whitney are the two comics who run Mouthypants in North Hollywood on Tuesday nights and they seem like really good people.
The show was great. It was sold out and the line up was jam packed with solid comics. This was the first of three shows (one a month) for them and if it goes well they’ll get a regular show at Flappers. They just seem like two good funny people who won’t find it hard to gather the support they need to make this show permanent.
I went out with some of the comics afterward and it was nice getting to socialize with them a bit. Even when I don’t contribute much, I just like listening to people talk sometimes.
I’m going to Mouthypants tomorrow night and will put my name in the bucket. I’m surprised no one has asked “are you sure you’re a comic?” since most of them haven’t seen me do a set yet. Fingers crossed tomorrow is the night! And fingers crossed I find my west coast funny.
So my sister won a spot in the comedy workshop when she came to see me at Flappers last weekend. She’s not someone who would ever get onstage for anything let alone comedy, so guess who gets to go in her place? This ham.
It’s supposed to be for first time comics so I am really interested to see what it’ll be like. I’ve never taken a comedy class before.
So I talked to my dad this morning. He reiterated that if I wanted to come home no one would consider me a failure. I’m just still in the missing home phase of my move. Last week was my four month anniversary of moving here from NH and I’m just now starting to settle in with a job and my own apartment.
I haven’t REALLY thrown myself into the comedy scene because I wanted to get work and the living situation figured out. And now that I have that sorted I’m just feeling lonely. Hence the missing home.
I guess now is the time I should be throwing myself in deep. I need to make some friends out here. Not even a boyfriend. I just need to make some friends.
(I’m not considering moving home. I’m just missing New England. It’ll pass.)
You know what I miss? Having money. I worked three jobs back home and was always busy which made me feel useful and I always had money. I never had to worry but since I didn’t have a job for three months and am just now getting paid again, I hate it. I’ve never had so little money. That is, I’m sure, adding to the stress of things. I hate going to bed feeling hungry because I can’t eat mac and cheese again. I’m getting paid this week but damn it is not fun having no money (duh).
On Tuesday I checked out an open mic in North Hollywood called Mouthypants. It’s been described to me as the best open mic in LA and I can see why. Good crowd and run by good nice comics.
They have 25 booked spots and they have a bucket with names to pull for the lottery. Eventually they stop the bucket and switch to a sign up list. It goes from 8:00 PM-2:00 AM so everyone gets up. That’s pretty cool. Makes for a long night if you don’t get a booked spot or picked in the bucket though.
I’ll be back next week for sure.
So last night at Flappers in Burbank went well. I was up third which is a good spot. The host brought me up with something other than what I told him to say. I wanted something simple like I just moved here from New England. Instead he said, “This next person coming to the stage is a female comic so you know she’s gonna be good.”
The comic who went on before me looked over with a face that said, “What the hell did he just say?” All I could do was laugh. It’s an ongoing discussion of why sex or race or anything needs to be seen in comedy. Why did he have to say I’m a female comic? I’m a female and was about to tell some jokes. I think the crowd could put together that I’m a female comic. He probably didn’t mean anything by it but when it came out of his mouth I rolled my eyes.
I went over time by a minute which I felt bad about. But it was an alright set. Not the best I’ve ever had but maybe the second best I’ve had on this coast so far. I’m glad my sister Eliza and her boyfriend Eric could make it. Lize won a raffle for free comedy classes. She would never ever want to get on stage so she have them to me! I think I’d take a free stand up class, even just out of curiosity. Maybe I could learn something. Why not?
Oh and the comic who went before me asked me when I auditioned for the show. I was confused because I didn’t audition for the show last night. Apparently they have auditions on Monday nights for weekend spots. And I just got a booking agreement emailed to me. Not sure if that’s out of the ordinary. Felt cool though.