Hi there. I had an interesting comedy experience last night that I wanted to share with America and other people who can speak/read English. First I will say that I do a lot of comedy all over the place and have performed in a variety of locations and under a variety of circumstances, both wonderful and shitty. That is normal if you do comedy and are not very famous. You do a show in a horrible bar where people hate you and tell you to shut up one night and then you perform at a nice, shiny Improv in a suburb where polite people clap and laugh and thank you for being delightful the next. That variety and juxtaposition is not part of the deal; it is the deal.
Two days ago, my friend Will called me and asked if I would do a show for the camp that he runs for people with disabilities. A very nice restaurant in Beverly Hills, called the Roxbury Café had agreed to let the camp take over for the night and have a comedy show.
I have volunteered with Will’s camp, The Cheshire Project on and off for about five years and it has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life, so I said “Yes, Will, it is with much pleasure that I will come do this show.”