COMEDY CONCUSSION

Even though I didn't advance in the Boston Comedy Festival, I had a great set. Boston has been good to me. The comics here are great, and it reminded me why I love doing comedy. It's all about the people.

And JUST IN CASE I was feeling cocky about rolling into town, getting laughs and making friends, the universe decided to deal me a blow.

At the train station, I walked RIGHT into a huge cement column.

YEAH. THAT WAS ME. The girl walking alongside the train while it was coming to a stop...trying to find the perfect "rape-free" car to sit in....not paying attention to the GIANT CEMENT COLUMN holding up the tunnel, coming so quickly towards the side of her head. (the right side, home of all my creativity and my affinity for exercise).

Where is Bob Saget when you need him to turn your pain into cash? It would been SO awesome with a "spunky" song underneath!

Thank God my head was turned toward the train, or else I would have broken my Asymmetrically-nostriled nose. (I don't even care if I spelled that wrong; that was a colorful combo of words, and I DID use the semi-colon correctly, so eat it).

I heard the noise, stumbled back about two feet, wondered if that creepy guy on the train saw me, and THEN I felt like I was gonna throw up. And even after the crying on the train, the "mushroom-like" drive home and a good night's rest, I still have a headache. And do NOT ask me to "Look over there!" real quick-like, because I will throw up on you.

I'll be honest- If I had seen someone do this....I would have laughed my ass off and saved the story for later. But no one was around. And the one guy on the train car didn't laugh. He was too busy trying to rape me.

Hey Life! Thanks for the comedy, and the concussion.