So the snow gods and the comedy gods rumbled, and comedy gods were victorious. Stephen Lynch was very very funny, but Hedberg stole the show.
He must have been drunk or high out of his mind. Most of what was so funny about his act was that you couldn't believe that this was what you paid to come watch - he spent 5 minutes pushing back the curtain that hung behind the stage to see what was back there, he spent 5 minutes telling jokes from backstage cause he wandered back there and seemed to forget to come back out, he spent 15 minutes lying on the ground begging them to close the curtain or drag him offstage so the audience could go home, and he spent 5 minutes arguing with his manager that he didn't want to end the set. I couldn't tell if that was par for the course with him, or if we were witnessing some kind of rock-bottom. It was a bit sad though. Sean and I decided that he'd probably be dead within two years.
My concern would be that I'm too much like Mitch. He's a fairly intelligent guy with a lot going for him, but he's a complete mess. He staggers around the stage like standing is almost too much effort. I'm not wasted all the time, but I wonder if I've fallen over and can't seem to figure out how to get back up either.
I know that I could do a lot with my life, but I don't know what I want to do and so far I've been too lazy to figure it out. I have started to try though. In the next entry I will start my career musings.
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