So, a long time ago, I signed up for this comedy class. I was going to be a comedian, or at least give some cat a lot of scratch to make me believe I was going to be a comedian. Then I got pregnant and miscarried and got pregnant again. Thus ended my dream (temporarily) of wowing crowds with my supremely awesome self.

I remained on ComedyClassCat’s mailing list, though, so the dream was never forgotten. It was just put on hold, until…well, until someday. Someday when I wasn’t busy with three kids, someday when I had the extra cabbage to give to ComedyClassCat…just someday, okay?

Tonight, I received the following in my e-mail:

OPEN MIKE [sic] NIGHT AT [Club name removed] - [City removed], NCStarting date - Tuesday, June 26
Schedule - July 10 & 24, August 14 & 28, Sept 11 & 25, Oct 9 & 23, Nov & Dec (tba)
Time - 8:00- till ? (pending participation)
Mike time - possibly 5-10 minutes (pending participation)
Content - PG13
MC - Bobbi G
Seating capacity - 80, more in back with wall speakers
Alcohol - served

Sweet baby Buddha, an open mic night? With maybe 80+ people? A chance to be onstage telling my funny stories to real, live people? Oh joy of joys! Oh wonder of wonders!

Wait a minute. 80+ strangers. Staring at me. Waiting for me to make them laugh. :gulp: WhatEV. They’ll all be drinking, if not full-on drunk. They’ll be looking to laugh. It’s going to be just peachy keen fine.

Yep, folks, I’m doing this. If I can get to every stinking one of those nights, I’m gonna. Now, if only I had any material worked out…