Happy OOBDay to Me

I turned 34 years old at about 8:15 this morning.

One year ago today my mom had brain surgery. Thirteen years ago today I threw up in the parking lot of a Whataburger after hearing someone say the word “taquito.” Nine years ago today I had my first professional massage—from my then-girlfriend, which didn’t end happily. 24 years ago today I walked in from the pool to find a surprise, Donald Duck-themed birthday party had been set up by my dad and aunt. Today, the Out of Bounds Comedy Festival begins. I feel lucky to be here and part of this.

I hope you’ll come see one of my shows. You can see the full line-up here. If I were to pick just one, I’d hope you’d come to Mandinka’s show on Wednesday night at ColdTowne. Why? Because we’re doing the funnest format we’ve ever done: HATS! Bring your favorite hat and it might end up in the show.

If I had to pick two shows, I hope you’ll come see me—-and about 34 other fantastic improvisers—in All-Star Maestro. I’ll count it as a personal victory if I don’t get eliminated immediately.

Thanks to all of you who read this silly little website. Sometimes I think about quitting it altogether, but then I have another idea, or I see another show, or I read another book about improv, and I think: Someday I’m going to be able to look back on this stuff and remind myself of some of the most creatively fulfilling, happiest moments of my … cough cough … young adulthood.


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