Philly's Phunniest

So.

Philly's Phunniest.

I moved on to the next round last night after having a surprisingly solid set.

If anyone's interested, the semifinals are on this Friday at 8:00 p.m. at Helium Comedy Club in Philadelphia.

What matters to me about the set isn't necessarily the win, but that the win occurred in a competition which strongly encourages bringing people. I brought no one. I had no one I knew voting in the audience. Not a won. And to come out, bring my best set, and get chosen by random strangers who were probably there for someone else or, at the very least, didn't know my ass from Adam, feels really good.

It feels like I'm getting somewhere with this dance juice.

However, my head and body still hurt from staying up nearly 25 hours waiting for the next set of Chinatown buses to arrive in Philly to get back to New York. Alex said it best when we were sitting in a park, getting stared at by a man in a police car, and he said, "It seemed waiting for Last Comic Standing was so much easier."

Oh, man oh man oh man, my body still hurts.

This is comedy.