I talked to my mom last night on the phone and mentioned that I had a couple of rough mics (which were mostly my fault because I’ve been mentally and emotionally pushing myself too hard to deliver good sets under pressure) and she suggested that I should give up doing stand up. You know, because if you’ve only doing something incredibly difficult for six months and it’s still kind of hard to do, you should just quit.
MEGHAN WITH AN H!!!! I like to think I’m a Jo March or an Elizabeth Bennett or even a Scarlett O’Hara, but my literary heroine counterpart is totally Anne Shirley. Except we want each other’s hair colors.
I tried to dye my hair at home because I had an inch of dark roots and a head of auburn hair—and I’m cheap and impatient. Because I couldn’t find the shade of red my friend recommended, I opted for a box of auburn. On the plus side, I no longer have an inch of dark roots. On the minus side, my hair is entirely dark auburn. I’m a brunette again and not a redhead.
Actually, it could have been legitimately disastrous. On the plus plus side, it’s going to be much easier to dye it again now that the color is even all over. So, it’s an easy fix. I think. Well, at least it’s not green.
I know I was going to create a wacky Christmas postcard and mail it to some of you before the holidays. Unfortunately, because I’m a boob, I procrastinated until tonight. I won’t get the cards until the middle of next week when I’ll be in Idaho. So…if I promised to mail them from a NYC post office and that was important to you, I can buy tourist postcard on Monday and mail it then. Also, you’ll probably be getting them after Christmas because, as stated, I am a boob.
However, it came out so awful and so tacky and so ridiculous, I personally think they are worth the wait (and the money I am spending on printing 100 of them—eeks! I guess I’ll mail them to all my close friends, too!)
Sheesh. As much as it excites me to hear there might be a great female ensemble comedy for next year, I hate how male comics and comedy writers like to pretend Clueless (or for that matter, Legally Blonde and Mean Girls) never existed.
A friend in Boston just posted on Facebook that they are going to Asgard (my favorite karaoke spot in the world) tonight and I responded that I wish I was there. I do wish I was going to be there, but then I remembered what I’m doing tonight.
Going to a Company Holiday Party in Times Square. (BOOZE!)
Then rushing to the Village to conduct an interview for The Apiary
Performing stand up in the Village
Possibly hanging out with luckypaperstars and/or buildingaladder (BOOZE!)
Or possibly going to another show after mine (BOOZE!)
I think I need to appreciate the awesomeness I have. (BOOZE!)
Hey everybody! This is the interview I teased last week. Sara Schaefer, who is the Head Blogger/Researcher for Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, was kind enough to do this interview about her work on the show and how her stand up has evolved in recent years.
Hey people in NYC, if you would like to see me do stand up, I will be performing at the Holiday Cocktail Lounge (75 St. Marks’s Place) this Wednesday night. I’m not sure when the show starts, but I’ll be performing after 8:30pm. It’ll be fun. Especially since I’ll be coming from an office Holiday party…so…I will be loose and ready to perform.
p.s. Do you know how many luckypaperstars posts I found while searching tumblr for Ramona Singer gifs just now??
I just completed an interview for The Apiary that I’m kind of, sort of, pretty excited about! It’s someone I’ve recently met in real life (who is SUPER NICE) who was kind enough to talk about her awesome day job and about her stand up comedy. I want to give a hint about the day job (since I know a couple of you who follow me are HUGE fans of the show she works for), but if I name the show it would make it super easy to guess.
“When I first moved here I was sitting in a Starbucks when Molly Shannon walked in. I love her work, and Superstar is a favorite movie of mine, so I got up the courage to tell her as she was leaving. She was so kind and actually talked to me about my comedy career, which was non-existent. I walked on air all the way to my crappy job waiting tables at Planet Hollywood. It was a special early boost that I’ll never forget.”—
This was exciting for me to read because when I first moved to NYC I met Kristen Schaal in the bathroom of Mustang Sally’s. And like Molly Shannon was to her, she was “so kind and actually talked to me about my comedy career, which was [and still is] non-exisitent.” So in my fantasies in which I can make a viable career out of being a comedian someday, I can now pretend that meeting was part of some mystic chain of female comics inspiring each other with kindness.