I just took my first boxing class.
Apparently I can’t punch.
Filed under: observations, stand-up journal | Tags: breakfast, california, chipotle, empathy, flip cam, fremont, gay, guacamole, gym, heinous, home, humans, improv, jamba juice, rip-off, san jose
Home is where I can sleep until 10 and wake up to breakfast already on the table. Where there aren’t any gay guys in the gym, but rather physically challenged, overweight, and heinous looking humans. Where Chipotle doesn’t cost me $10.25 (and no, it’s not fucking okay that your guacamole is $1.85. But I still say yes because I’m damn hungry and I want my flippin’ avocados). Where Jamba Juice is always less than $5, people say “hella”, “hella gay”, and “Frisco.”
Home is Fremont, California.
It is also where I’ve never done stand-up before and where I’ve only seen one show at Rooster T. Feathers.
When I was still trying to book a spot last week, I thought about my current set. Two jokes are about subway posters and a few others aren’t relevant to people living/working in the suburbs. Ten minutes worth of new material would be due if I were to perform this week, which would be fun and a bit challenging, considering that I haven’t been immersed here for quite a while.
I’ve lived on both coasts of the US and always observed the humor differences over state lines. Somehow, I feel it is an advantage of mine – being able to empathize with different communities may be something I can foster and grow to use as a major weapon while I develop as a comedian.
Tomorrow night, I will be checking out the 2008 San Jose IMPROV Comedy Competition SEMI-FINALS. I’m pretty excited to see what the Bay Area talent can bring, and what styles they’ll be going with. Either way, I’ll write about it and maybe even try out my new Flip Video Cam for you guys.
