I try not to romanticize performing drunk. I know it is a bad plan. In this case, it happened honestly; I was at the show to watch, and was already four drinks into the evening when the host asked me to go up. But the last thing I need is to think I should not be sober on stage -- evidence suggests I really should. That much having been said, last night did go pretty well.

Charles Dickens joke = very promising, even without the ideal character name. (Or writing.)

Another new joke, involving arguing with my roommate about bread, my mom, and imaginary concepts, was a huge success -- it even got an applause break. Mostly, though, I was proud that I remembered it. I wrote it on Saturday, didn't even sit down to memorize it, maybe looked at it twice after writing -- and my phrasing only got a little shaky once, toward the end. Go, Branwell's powers of recall! (Unfortunately, it did kind of overshadow my flamenco dancers line, which came after it.)

I did kind of mess up the phrasing on the Streetcar/lens flares bit. That's okay -- I didn't even think of that as a bit until I was trying to come up with a seven-minute set last night. That was just a weird thing I saw at my day job. I'll either write it or drop it -- problem solved!

My story about telling the robot bit at the burlesque show did okay. (As did the robot bit iself.) Now that I say this, it occurs to me I really should recount that here. MAYBE I WILL.

As for the rest of it? Just the opener and closer -- old stuff. Two folders/drag queens at the top, movies about two things at the end. The host did do a bit about mayors before bringing me up, and I capitalized on that with a line in the drag queens bit about "drag mayors". Eh -- no big deal. Typical stuff. Fun.