Giving til it Hurts

Last night was bowling with the gay league in Cleveland. Ladies and Gentleman, I have now scored my highest ever at 166. DAMN! I need to drink vodka while bowling more often! I'm sure that's it. Nothing to do with luck.

Afterwards, our bowling crew went off to Union Station for dinner. One of the substiture teammates, went off to talk to a very handsome gentleman, for a bit of one on one time. I'm telling you now SHAMUS....CALL HIM!!!!

'nuff public embarassment.

Today I fly off to Chicago for a show tonight. This is an improvisational show, so I really can't prepare any material for it but I do make sure I'm relaxed. I like working like this, flying by the seat of my pants. The club will have a few audience plants to get things going if they aren't responsive, but once the alcohol flows, people will shout out pretty much anything. This will ususally lead to a lot of sexual innuendos but with a little creativity, performers can change that. It's all part of the challenge.

This morning I was thinking about the nature of pain, and what it means. I know from my own experience that I would prefer being hurt physically over being hurt emotionally. Physical pain heals, but emotional pain festers inside of you, coming out at the most inopportune moments. It's harder to deal with, and at times, you never get the closure that will ends that pain, and you end up living with it forever. Give me a broken bone over that anytime.