2009-03-05
Day of Reckoning
So, if you were planning on seeing me make an ass of myself tonight in MORTIFIED tonight? And you didn't buy a ticket ahead of time?
You're S.O.L.
Shit outta luck.
As I was warned would probably happen by the producers, and as I tried to warn others in turn, it sold out as of this morning.
There's a big market for humiliation, it seems.
The last I checked, the audience will be partly made up of about half a dozen high school classmates(horrifying!), my siblings (terrifying!), a handful of my coworkers (embarrassing!), and a select few Friends of Bill W., if you get my drift (humbling!). That's just who I'm bringing in. There are about half-a-dozen fellow masochists sharing the stage with me.
The Boston Phoenix is evidently recording this whole sad sorry mess for podcast rebroadcast. I have no idea when this will emerge. Just keep your eyes peeled, I guess.
I came in this morning and found this affixed to my computer monitor:
I work with crazies.
Pray for me, chickens.
lisamcc at 3:46 p.m.
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