It is apparently Comedy Night at the local Speak Easy and a couple of friends of mine said that I should go along and see if my Stand Up routine, well, stands up. When we get there I can see by the outfits walking in the door that it is definitely Comedy Night. Which makes me a little uneasy. I am sporting such an on trend look that I am not sure that I will fit in at all.
|"...and she said "That's what you call a plate of spam!"|
The guys invited me down here to try out my stand up routine that I have been practicing. But I'll admit I have been a little nervous about trying it in public. Mainly because what I find funny seems to be an acquired taste.
I decided to try out a few of my best lines on the guys just to see what they thought.
|"...Come on! Laugh won't you!.."|
|"Don't get it!!? What's not to get!? Spam! SPAM!!!"|
They just didn't seem to understand any of the jokes I was trying out. Even my impressions were seriously missing the mark.
I didn't understand it. They had heard my stuff before. They had laughed before. They told me I should try it out in the real world. And now suddenly it's not funny anymore.
Well, I thought it was all hilarious and they were the ones that had made me come down here. So I was going to go through with it no matter what.
I had to wait my turn for the microphone. There was a guy doing farm animal impressions working the crowd into a storm. I have to admit his goose was very, very convincing. In fact a little too convincing. The blind chef who had been hanging around in the back with a potted tree actually started chasing him around muttering something about 'a nice orange sauce.'
Once the sound of confused yelling and honking had faded into the distance I stepped up to the mic and took a deep breath...
Everyone laughed heartily.
There was one sim in particular that seemed to really get where I was coming from. In the end there was only her in the audience. So I let it rip with my good material. The stuff I had kept up my sleeve for just such a scenario.
|"So, a friend of mine opened a gym. He asked if I could come around."|
|"I said isn't that how everyone first comes to a gym?"|
She really seemed tickled by my tales and in the end as long as I have made one person happy then I think I have done enough. I don't think I will ever have the way with words that my mother did but I hope that I have achieved something that would make her proud. I made a person pee their pants laughing. Every mother's dream for their son.
I met a pink haired girl there, she seemed to know my boys and I think I have seen her around the house a couple of times. She really wasn't getting into the spirit of the night and kept going on and on about something political. She kept saying that because I was in 'Business' this stuff should concern me. But it doesn't. I know where my office is. I know where my desk is. And I know how to turn on my computer. And those three facts have stood me in good stead so far.