Jun

I Am The Warriwhore

When I returned from my Afghanistan/Paris trip, I mentioned here that I’d never been so happy to come home and I wasn’t joking when I followed that by saying within 24 hours I was trying to get back out again. I contacted a friend who not only books monthly comedy tours in Iraq, he performs on each one. He happened to be in Iraq at the time I emailed him so he sent a brief response that we would do a tour together but didn’t give any specifics. I got really excited about the prospect and especially going with him because I know we’d have a blast. He’s the only person I’ve ever taken a true spur-of-the-moment road trip to Vegas with, after a conversation at the Improv about gambling landed us on that familiar stretch of the I-15 less than an hour later. Who knows what kind of fun little detour we might take from Iraq?

One of my mistakes in the comedy biz is that I’ve never been good about staying on top of bookers (depending on how you interpret that, it’s actually two mistakes). I don’t know what the fine line is between following up and being a pest so I tend to err on the side of caution, which is why it took me so damn long to book the Afghanistan tour. But I’m trying to be a little more aggressive when it comes to gigs I really want so I just checked in with him again and he reiterated that we’d do a tour but that he didn’t have any open slots until next year. Of course I was bummed that I’d have to wait so long and then I was totally ashamed. Ashamed because my initial thought was, “Next year?! With my luck the war will be over by next year.”

What I learned is that I’m both incredibly selfish and unbelievably optimistic. And what all of you need to learn is that if you vote for McCain then my selfishness wins. Don’t let that happen.

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