Today is big. It’s the culmination of summer nights spent indoors, neglected friends who think I hate them, and randoms in LA coffee shops who’ve helped me answer the big question: Is this funny?
It’s my stand-up comedy debut.
On stage.
Under lights.
In front of people.
I have jokes that will offend the men I’ve dated, jokes that will offend hippies, jokes that will offend all religions, and, mainly, jokes that will offend my mother. The one thing that all these jokes have in common is that I’m not sure they are funny.
I have spent the entire summer writing them. And rewriting them. And then second-guessing them. And then rewriting again. And I still don’t know if they’re funny. I guess we’ll see when I’m on stage in front of 50 of my friends. If they don’t laugh, then I’ll finally know that my friends are dumb.
One thing I know that’s funny for sure is that, while absent-mindedly eating a PBJ sandwich today, I chewed it into the shape of a terrier. This was not intentional. My teeth are just natural artists.
That’s funny, right?
Is it? I don’t know.
