Please don't let me suck.
And I’m already sweating bullets.
Not because I am nervous I’ll forget my material.
I might. I mean, I have run through it so many times that I know it better than Russell Brand knows Katy Perry’s naughty bits (which is almost as well as Elmo does.)
But stage fright can be a sneaky devil.
What I’m most worried about is the material itself.
I’m worried it won’t be funny enough.
I always hate the stuff I write. It never seems funny to me.
Plus, since I hate rehashing things over and over, just like I hate eating leftovers (fresh is best), the material is basically dead to me at this point.
Regardless, stand-up is all in the delivery.
You could be serving up hot turd stew, but as long as you nail the delivery, people will eat it with a smile on their faces.
If all else fails, it’s only three minutes.
Here’s hoping that my three minutes aren’t pure hell, and that the crowd eats my turds.
P.S. If you plan on attending (PLEASE DO!), the show starts at 830pm. I’m up 3rd. You do need to call for reservations AND mention my name, if you want the discounted price.
P.P.S. For those in Blogland not able to attend, I will try to have it recorded to post here ASAP. Also, I plan on some serious anxiety tweeting.
P.P.S.S. For those on Facebook, most of you live close, so you have no excuse for not attending.