I went to a stand-up open mic tonight. They are so tragic sometimes. People get up and tell the most depressing stories instead of jokes. Like they enjoy going up in front of a crowd and laughing by themselves at their fucked up lives. Many bad cliche jokes are made, including that married life sucks, single life sucks, I am bad with women (this is the worst of the day).
And everyone is so nice. I can't stand it. It bores me so much! And the emcee is doing the worst material, or good material she can't remember. For ages!! >2 hours long and only 5 comics! How? It does my head in.
I did some material I did last week at the Boxing Day gigs, and it went ok. I did it a bit differently again, and I did some new material. They both got the usual laughs for a dozen people in the room. But by the time I got up I was so like, pissed off, because I was meant to be 3rd. I actually said to the guy when I put my name down; "I guess I am 3rd, which is my lucky number!" And ended up being forgotten by the emcee. But she was talking about poverty, and other race issues in a very confronting way. It was not funny at all. People were just bored. Including me!
At least my material was fun. the people could see that I was having fun with it, I thought. But then a comic called me out on my monotone after the show. It was quite funny, he asked if he could give me a tip and I said, sure! Whatever. And then he said something or other and ummed and I replied at some stage; "yeah, get to the point!" As my little dig at his comedy. And his friend and my friend both laughed. It was good. I always enjoy making the other comics laugh before and after the show. I swear some people just save their material for the stage.
I don't know if I will ever be a rich and successful comedian, like, recognisable or whatever. My BFF's girlfriend Steff says that I could be infamous one day. As a joke, or whatever. And I went to see them over NYE and there was a girl there whose friend said to me; "Claudia wants to lick your arsehole." I didn't know what to think of that. I was on drugs. But I was more spun out, not by hearing the words, but knowing what it meant. Claudia I had met 6 months ago, and we spoke a couple of times only. She works with Neil and steff and we had one night where Claudia and a heap of other people from the factory went out to the carnival. It was heaps of fun. But I hardly remember it. I remember Claudia though, at certain times. I remember leaving Germany for London thinking that there could be something going on with her, like a flirtatious energy when we talked that we both enjoyed. But I feel like I have had this with many women before, and I was imagining only that they felt the same way. Then again, it could be that we both knew it, and it was real, but only one of us acknowledged it. But I came here and decided to forget about her, because she is in another country and it will be many months since I would go back. One of us would surely meet somebody else in 6 months or so.
But I didn't think Claudia had watched the videos. She never made a comment. She had told me a couple of times on my status or in a message, that she thinks my posts are hilarious. But she doesn't tick the like. So that was strange. But when I saw her again last week, she didn't know I was coming and she was so happy to see me. We didn't dance very much. She was off somewhere else, or whatever. And then I ended up leaving without saying goodbye, even though she's all hot and all, like omg.. never mind.. Damn drugs! And I should have done something because it was so blatantly obvious that she wanted me, after her friend had told me that. I miss it sometimes, because people are so friendly. It fucking pisses me off how friendly people can be. It really winds me up. I don't know what to do about Claudia now, I am going back to Germany though. I would like to
Anyway, the point of that story is, now I already feel like a successful comedian, even after a shit comedy night. Especially at a shit comedy night. I am not even that good of a comic, really. I don't know. But it doesn't matter. Because even though I didn't get laid out of comedy, I should have, really. And I am a fucking idiot for not doing that. But it doesn't matter. It's the thought that counts! And Claudia still loves me, I am sure, even though I left without saying goodbye.
Those are my thoughts for the week. LOL RANDOM BLOG