(My epic gripe/concern about Twitter & Facebook must be delayed)
Last night I finished second in the New York Comedy Contest. I am automatically entered into the Boston Comedy Festival, which I have been accepted into5 times in the last 5 years so you can imagine my relief. In terms of tangible benefits I do not have to pay the $35 entrance fee, which is good, except I did pay a $35 entrance fee for the New York Comedy Contest so I sort of break even.
The Finals took place at the Times Square Arts Center in front of a packed crowd of 60 people (including the 6 judges, 12 comics and waitresses, one of whom looked like she still thought the location was a strip club, much to the chauvinistic amusement of the all male lineup of awkward comedians, a/k/a me).
I had a good set last night and I caught a glimpse of the winners list before it was announced. My first reaction was: “Oh sh*t! I saw my name!” My reaction 1.5 seconds later – “Fu*k there was a name above mine.” That name was Jim Tews, who oddly enough I met for the first time a few weeks ago in Cleveland, where he hails from.
When I saw him before the show I told him I did not remember his name and he said likewise. After the show he came up to me and said, “Now you’ll remember my name motherfu*ker!” (That’s not true, but that is what I would have done to him if I had won). Jim won $2500. I won a $35 coupon for the Boston Comedy Festival, which I paid $35 for.
Oddly enough I did not feel angry at all (and still don’t, which either shows an increasing maturity or apathy on my part). And making me feel even better was seeing the Lakers lose to the Celtics when I got home last night. A loss always feels better when you then see Kobe Bryant lose. I am sure when Kobe got back to his hotel and checked Twitter he was equally pleased to see me lose.