I've decided to camp out in front of Gotham Comedy Club next Wednesday evening to audition on Thursday for Last Comic Standing.
Wow - that was easy to type. I wish it was as easy to say last night...
Going into my apartment building after walking my dog, I ran into the owner of a local comedy club. I run into him once in a while, and quite frankly, I get a lil tongue tied. Like this time several weeks ago...
Part of the problem is that I live on the second floor, so, assuming the elevator takes a second to close, we move beyond the "How goes it?" question, but don't really have enough time for the "So, what's new?" follow-up.
ANYWAY, as the door closed, he asked if if I was trying out for Last Comic Standing.
I replied, "Yeah, actually, I um, am, I'm even gonna be in a tent with my friend, umm, Josh Homer."
By the time I spit it out, the door opened to my floor and I gave him a quick "seeya" and stepped out.
Great, now he prolly thinks I'm a prop comic.