Comedy Studio Diary Day 18
I took advantage of the rare opportunity to sleep in on Thanksgiving Day. I didn’t mean to but my body had other plans for me. I woke up at the regular time I normally do (7am) and started to watch an episode of Dexter (season six) but kept falling asleep. Bad acting and clunky dialogue cause drowsiness. I’ve been aware since the first season but the lead actor/story lines/obsessive compulsive nature of my completist brain keep me hanging on. The frequent nudity is a nice touch as well. Even if sometimes it’s in an ‘inappropriate to enjoy nudity’ setting.
I eventually got through the episode at around noon. I cleaned myself up a bit, talked to my roommates about their delicious vegan feast preparations and invited them to The Comedy Studio later. I headed out to Medford to go to my Aunt and Uncle’s side to see my Mom’s half of the family for a little bit. My cousin Mike picked me up at Oak Grove and I ate a lot of hummus and pita chips while seeing the relatives and my Mom’s two energetic pugs running around. I didn’t stay too long, it was more of a subliminal appearance where I watched some of the Lions game before my Uncle Dougie dropped me off across town to see the other side of the family.
For the first time since my childhood Thanksgiving was being had at my Uncle Brian’s house, where my Dad and his brothers and sister grew up. I lived there for a few years on a whim. I had just got into Emerson, and like most things relating to my academic career at the time, I didn’t do much planning so I started attending classes with no place to live. I had planned to crash on couches until I figured it out and that soon grew old to my friends (of whom I had only a few who had the means/couch to help). My Dad suggested I ask his brother (and my Godfather) I did, with no real concrete plan for the future and he let me stay. And keep staying. And stay a little longer after graduating, and cleaned up the random junk I left there to demonstrate That I can be a real inconsiderate person. I vividly remember being amazed by the big, vast house when I was young and always liked going there. I knew I wanted to live there one day, too but I always thought that all my neighborhood friends would be there too and it would be a good place to lay low between making hit movies.
What a cruel twist of fate that I lived there alone, with no friends while trying to learn how to possibly get into the movie industry.
I made the rounds, saying hello to most people in my family, poked in to watch more of the Lions game (which refused to end but eventually did conclude with a Lions loss, so Thanksgiving was saved for everyone.) My cousin Dave is vegan and his Mom is a real good cook so I helped myself to a big plate of the eggplant lasagna she made.
It is now Dec 7th. Back on the train again in the morning. The third Game of Thrones book has been VERY good and a more appealing option than playing ‘catch up’ with the blog and recapping more and more minutia. I had no plans to abandon the rest of the month’s events but I wanted to focus on just living my life for the rest of it and not stress myself out with documenting all the details. Plus, dragons and battles and reading things in British accents in my head.
Thanksgiving continued with good food, catching up and kidding around with my relatives and my Dad dropping me off at Sullivan station. I went home to change and got a text that two of my roommates were planning on attending the show that night and that made me feel good. Ryan hadn’t seen my act in a while and his girlfriend Thera not at all, so there was a little added pressure to get me going. I got home and had someone with them and shared some funny stories of house related hi jinx over the years, our various fridges and some epic fuck ups of mine. As I was retelling the tale of the time I brought the police into the house at 2am while I ran downstairs to get money today for a cab I couldn’t afford I realized that I was probably putting on a better show than I would later that night.
I also thought that I should tell that story on stage more.
I stowed my leftovers in the fridge, hung up my shirt and headed out to Harvard Sq. The show was lightly attended but those who did turn up were a great crowd. DJ Hazard hosted and did some admittedly weird shit, very rarely used the microphone and at one point broke the top of the stool off (and in half) while doing a deep sea diver act out/riff. He gave me a very kind and complimentary introduction and I went up. The first thing I mentioned was how DJ “destroyed.” (followed by a motion towards the stool)
My set was fairly loose, I did some different material partially because it was Thanksgiving and also I wanted to do stuff that DJ hadn’t heard on Tuesday, Ryan hadn’t heard whenever he last saw me and a bit I hadn’t done in a while that was inspired by another roommate (but one I still think is good, of course. By no means was it an inside joke. (Although it didn’t work as well as I would have liked so it may have had the same reaction as a joke nobody was in on.)
I watched the rest of the show and was glad to see Danny Kelly back on stage after a long absence. He was the first headliner to do my podcast and a guy who has always been helpful to me. He’s had some scary health issues in the last year so I’m glad he’s improving and back out again. Rick Jenkins did a spot and spent most of the time telling an epic, hilarious story of a road trip to Vermont with DJ Hazard that will hopefully be retold on the live episode of WTF in Boston on February 8th.
Almost all the comics that ca,e to hang out got up to do spots and it was a good show and atmosphere to be at. Of course because the bar didn’t make much money it is most likely the first and only Thanksgiving show at The Comedy Studio. I’m thankful to have been a part of it.
(Freeze frame. Theme music plays. Credits roll. ”Sit Boo-boo sit. Good Boy.”)