Irony
My teenager hates comedy.
Well, not really. She hates that I do comedy. It takes me away from home, pretty much every night of the week. Most nights I'm home at a decent hour, but on occasion, I won't make it home until very, very late. Last nite was one of those occasions. (That word never looks right when I type it, and I know I spelled it correctly.)
I went to the Bar of Soap open mic, which starts really late to begin with. Great turnout of comics. I had an ok set, not fantastic but it was ok. After I went up, I was invited over to some friends' house for late-nite, homemade Thai food. Kudos to my friend's boyfriend who should probably look into being a chef. Best meal I've had in months! Next thing I know, it's 3 AM, and my phone is ringing. It's the teenager.
"Mom, why aren't you home yet? Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Yes, honey, I know it's very late. I told you I would be late, it's Thursday."
"You didn't say you'd be this late! You need to get home, you have to work tomorrow."
"I know, I know. I'll be home soon."
"You better be! You're not getting enough sleep, you need your rest. And why didn't you call?"
"Um, I did, didn't you get my message?"
"You didn't leave me a message, mother. Don't even go there."
"Not falling for it, huh?"
"Not a chance. Get home safely."
Ahh, the irony. My life is so freaking funny.
I've tried to explain to her how cool it is to hang out with all these comics, how much I learn from them and that this truly is all (hopefully) building up to something good. I told her that one of my friends had gotten to open for a famous comic last year. Well, he wasn't technically the opener, he was the guy who went before the guy who went before the guy. What do you call that spot?
That's the mike check guy, she says.
She is not at all impressed. But I love her.
Well, not really. She hates that I do comedy. It takes me away from home, pretty much every night of the week. Most nights I'm home at a decent hour, but on occasion, I won't make it home until very, very late. Last nite was one of those occasions. (That word never looks right when I type it, and I know I spelled it correctly.)
I went to the Bar of Soap open mic, which starts really late to begin with. Great turnout of comics. I had an ok set, not fantastic but it was ok. After I went up, I was invited over to some friends' house for late-nite, homemade Thai food. Kudos to my friend's boyfriend who should probably look into being a chef. Best meal I've had in months! Next thing I know, it's 3 AM, and my phone is ringing. It's the teenager.
"Mom, why aren't you home yet? Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Yes, honey, I know it's very late. I told you I would be late, it's Thursday."
"You didn't say you'd be this late! You need to get home, you have to work tomorrow."
"I know, I know. I'll be home soon."
"You better be! You're not getting enough sleep, you need your rest. And why didn't you call?"
"Um, I did, didn't you get my message?"
"You didn't leave me a message, mother. Don't even go there."
"Not falling for it, huh?"
"Not a chance. Get home safely."
Ahh, the irony. My life is so freaking funny.
I've tried to explain to her how cool it is to hang out with all these comics, how much I learn from them and that this truly is all (hopefully) building up to something good. I told her that one of my friends had gotten to open for a famous comic last year. Well, he wasn't technically the opener, he was the guy who went before the guy who went before the guy. What do you call that spot?
That's the mike check guy, she says.
She is not at all impressed. But I love her.
posted by Jenn at
8:05 AM
7 Comments:
I'll hang out with you! In fact, I probably have!
I think it does, McMan. But if you want to hang out with me in real life, that's cool too.
Sarah - yeah, the emcee, but that wouldn't be near as funny! She did actually say that, she has quite the dry, sarcastic wit.
My kids are so over my dating life, but they are always there for mom when she's feeling down.
Just curious, how did you find your way to my blog?
LOL. No, I think it's cool, and I could actually use a good stalker.
It just amazes me that there are so many people out there reading this! I love to find out how they got here, by random click or referral. I'll stop by yours as well.
LMAO! Well, this one for sure is gay, I mean even for a gay guy he's *really* gay. And he thinks I'm hilarious. I'm a fag hag from way back. :)
Oh to have someone to laugh with! Your daughter will look back and smile at the freedom she had!
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