However, despite this, I'm flying high.
Yesterday the sketch show went well, I saw another show - a friend's - in the afternoon and then we did our stand-up in the evening. The stand-up was fun. I headed out for a long break and returned for our stand-up late show. This was, to be perfectly honest, a bloody bloody nightmare. Except. Well, I know why what I do is funny. More importantly, I know why I find it funny... that's an armour I can wear when it's not working. Oddly, last night, the more odd it got, the funnier I found everything. At the end of the set, I knew it had gone quite poorly, for no real fault of my own, and I was singing a long note and looking into the spotlight - I suddenly got the idea that, perhaps, the audience would have left by the time I finished the note and looked back into the room. I laughed hard.
I finished my set and, as I've done on a few occasions before, I hit the ground back stage pissing myself laughing. I hooted uncontrollably for about 3 minutes. All that potential laughter I was bottling had to come out somewhere. Brilliant!
I haven't been sleeping nearly enough, and last night was no exception. Today I have, so far, done a bit of a performance workshop with some people from the sketch group - trying to tighten up their sketches when they're blown up to big room size. I've also done some flyering, techied the sketch show, run across town to a karaoke-based show which didn't happen, practiced some karaoke anyway, come to a Starbucks for a break, and I'll soon be playing in two stand-up shows, with the possibility of watching something in between.
This is the Fringe and I wouldn't have it any other way... well, perhaps I could, but not this year.