Last night’s show at the Punch Line was a ton of fun, exceeding all expectations. Did that stop me from having a frantic comedy anxiety dream last night? No it did not.
Previously, I have had stressful dreams about calling Giants outfielder Randy Winn “Randy Lose”, being forced to take over for Gallagher, and not completing a five-to-seven-page essay before a hosting set.
This most recent dream was less interesting, but still deeply traumatic. I showed up late for the show - so late, that headliner W. Kamau Bell was finishing up his set when I arrived. It was unclear why I was so horrendously late, but I remember thinking, “Man, parking was crazy tonight” as I climbed the stairs to the show.
My friend Louis, in SF for some reason, had filled in as host, but he was disgusted with me. “You’re two hours late, and look what you’re wearing! Did you even shower?” he scolded. That was when I realized I was wearing a Free Darko t-shirt, oversized silver basketball shorts, a headband, and no shoes. I knew I was fired, but just in case, I had to change my clothes before the 10:00 show. The last thing I remember before waking up is thinking, “I hope there’s some socks in the car.”
Free tickets are available for tonight and tomorrow’s shows. I promise that I will show up on time and that I will wear shoes. Headband wearing will be a game-time decision.
