This was very fun to do. Cafe Mom Studios included me in a great line up of female comics who also happen to be moms. I hadn’t done stand up in a long time. It went very well. You will see my closing bit was pulled from something I developed here.
I’m curious to watch this one myself. It’s a meaty subject, and I didn’t see most of the raw footage, so I’m interested to see how it was distilled. Just heard an author on the radio talking about how in the U.S. we are more into marriage than the Europeans are. The issue of gay marriage is more of a U.S. phenom. But ironically, we get married more, which means more than once, which often means divorce. Hey, what’s an institution if you can’t trash it?
The best laid plans don’t always pan out.
Every once in a while, I like a reminder that I am not a certifible loon. Yesterday, as I was working on my computer, I kept hearing this pinging noise coming from it. I finally minimized the window I was working in to see that I was getting instant messages. But they weren’t for me – they were for my stepson. I answered one with “Are you looking for Oliver?” It was a gal friend of his who I know, so I told her he was at his mom’s.
The pings kept coming. I saw in the iChat menu that he had 10 friends wanting to talk – four boys and six girls. I won’t say I wasn’t curious. Since he’s a typical 9th grade boy and shares next to nothing about his life, the idea of one of those awful psycho moms who pretends to be the kid in order to get info flashed through my head. The thought passed quickly as I “quit” iChat (yeah, it took me a while to figure that out) and emailed Oliver that folks were wanting to gab.
I told him I had thought better of playing mom-spy. “Ha ha,” he wrote. “I know moms like that. They are weird.”
That was the nicest thing he’s ever said to me! I’m not weird! At least, that’s how I am deciding to take it.