B keeps it business casual in emails. Mishy keeps it real.
Also, TOILER ALERT: I’m looking for a job as a monster. But y’all had a hunch, I’m sure.
In attempting to live my life and create a guiding foundation for some sort of a moral code, I am breaking the three covenants of reality TV by saying the following.
(But hey, I am willing to be the character everyone hates to love, but they just do anyway, unconditionally and eternally.)
1. I like drama in small, manageable amounts.
There. I said it.
I feel so freeeeeeeeeeeeee!
3. I don’t always keep it real.
The converses of all three of these statements are staunch pillars for all reality shows everywhere and also most Bollywood and Lifetime movies where friends, fates, and destinies are all pre-arranged in the cosmos akin to a two-piece jigsaw puzzle. And drama is embraced, but only with the caveat that no one approves of it in the least.
But I’m pretty sure these “principles” are upheld with a huge wink and a nod (plus a covert double thumbs up) to the offstage producer.
So without further ado, let’s roll!
For your viewing pleasure, I present to you…
photo courtesy of Flickr and Mel B.
Catfight, Outdoors (Suburban)
photo courtesy of Flickr and gerriet
Catfight, In the Wild
photo courtesy of Flickr and tiny froglet
Catfight, Black and White (They so rarely are!)
photo courtesy of Flickr and Da_Vinzy
Yesterday I was lucky enough to get the chance to do a show at Walter Reed Army Hospital with two other fellow comedians. In an effort to prepare myself for the venture, I did my research, which brought up both Jon Stewart’s and Kathy Griffin’s trips there.
I actually did catch that particular episode of Griffin’s show, the 4th season finale of Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List, and I found it very helpful in knowing what to expect. I also thought she handled the entire experience professionally, without completely scrapping her act or changing herself, which led to a nice mix of both awkward and tearjerking moments.
photo courtesy of Flickr and soldiersmediacenter
My own experience was not quite as grandiose (I only mean in that there were no video cameras documenting footage for basic cable television), but just as insightful. Our crowd ended up being a bit light due to some last minute free tickets to the Redskins game (sports versus arts! the rivalry continues), but the room was still about three-quarters full. Occupants included a bartender, the show supervisor, his friend, another friend, a few gaggles of wandering soldiers and their families, and some occasional head pokes in the room.
There were definitely three children in the room, and by children, I mean two 2-year-olds and one almost 2-year-old. Kids don’t completely freak me out at comedy shows because I’m used to performing in front of a demographic known as my stuffed animals, who share many of the wants and needs of children, but still, there were minor panic attacks. After all, I left my balloon animals at home, on the inflation wait list.
I can, however, say that one of the children in the room was wearing a full monkey costume, similar to this one, complete with a plush banana sticking out of her pocket. Comedy gold.
The audience was a bit quiet, but definitely appreciative and laughed from time to time. There were a few people who came in, sat for a bit, and then left, but some stayed for the entire show. There was one gentleman in a wheelchair who laughed and smiled at nearly everything. The feeling was contagious. Even better, the little monkey child loudly giggled and clapped her hands at two points in my set when there was pretty heavy silence in the room. “She has great taste in comedy,” I wryly observed.
After the show, one of the guys came and asked for all of our autographs. My heart just melted into my socks at that point.
In fact, everyone I talked to afterward was so gracious and grateful about us coming out. It might not seem like a lot for a comic, just one night to come out and do a quick show, but hopefully, it’s something different for the soldiers and their families. It’s easy to get caught up in the ups and downs of stand up, and having good or bad shows, but every so often, you do a show where none of that seems quite as important.
Politics aside, these men and women, the majority of them probably younger than me, have been dealt a tougher hand than mine, and it’s hard to not be inspired by their strength and courage in the face of their circumstances.
photo courtesy of Flickr and soldiersmediacenter
To find out more about Walter Reed Hospital and getting involved with its outreach programs, go here.
i’m in LA right now. i went to an open mic last night, and a man dressed like a tree showed up. not to perform. just to watch. he was 9 feet tall, dressed like a tree, and called himself Treeman. during the course of the night, he had a cup of coffee, watched most of the show, used the restroom, and then left. we tried to capture him with the eye of the cellphone but he proved elusive. maybe it’s better that way.
he was the best valentine’s day presence ever.