0+2=15

I'm having a streak of canceled or almost canceled shows. Last night we had two people in the audience. And they were both friends I had brought to the show myself.

Regardless, the show must and did go on. And it was fine. In fact, strangely enough, it was great.

Once again, something for which I've been striving and about which I've been thinking a lot finally happened in a easy and comfortable way as a natural progression of just doing my thing.

A couple comics flaked so there were only four of us. So I got some extra time.

Jamie Jackson introduced me and instead of getting on stage I sat down at the table directly across from my two friends.

"I was wondering, is there anything more awkward than doing a show, with no mic, for an audience of two people, both of them your personal friends? And I realized, yes! Doing a show, with no mic, for an audience of two people, both of them your personal friends sitting two feet in front of them. So how ya doing? You look great! It's great to be here! Let's hear it for your MC."

All this amused me, my friends and the other comics.

I then got up and actually stood on the stage and commented, "No matter what happens after this, no show can possibly be more awkward than that was. So it's all up from here."

After me the headliner started with "welcome to an evening of painfully intimate comedy".

I started my set light, threw in a current event joke, talked about my job, then, half-way through, did the Utah stuff, and finally ended strong with some gay stuff.

Bam!

There it was ... the 15 minute set I've been dreaming of doing on a New York stage.

I'm ready for the next level.

And the timing is perfect, because I have a few possibilities on the horizon for longer gigs.

As I often do, last night I got to share the stage with Nick Cobb. What a great guy. Funny, absolutely. But also just a genuinely likable, good-natured, decent fellow. A rarity in the biz.