Okay. So I decided that this week’s post would be about my live special taping being canceled this past weekend. If you subscribe to my Substack, I’m guessing you know what I’m talking about. If not, then I was supposed to record a live comedy special this past weekend in Brooklyn, and it was canceled because of flooding in the venue due to the torrential downpour of a heavy thunderstorm. More about that in the upcoming main post.
We’re going to re-schedule, so it wasn’t as if it was the only chance to do it (hopefully), etc. But now that needs to get figured out again, and it was still a huge, weird, emotional bummer to have something you’ve worked long and hard on get post-poned. But it also gave way to a truly special, equally emotional, course- correcting night that otherwise wouldn’t have happened, at least in the fashion that it did, and it all left me feeling like Marshawn Lynch:
And that’s specifically what I decided to write about for this week’s post. But I wasn’t able to start writing until today. And when I searched a storage bin for some items that I wanted to take photos of to include in the story, I ended up finding a huge pile of photographs, some of which I’ll also want to include in the main post’s story. That’s all going to take more time, to go through the photos and document them, and however they’ll end up in the piece, etc,, so I’m going to finish it up tonight or tomorrow, and either post it tomorrow night or Friday. But I wanted to get something out today, to let you know that this week’s MAIN POST is still coming!
One of the photos I found was the one at the beginning of this post. I am 25 years old here. I was doing Second City Touring Company in Chicago, and as you can see, we were in Washington state. Every year at Second City, there was one really big, long, fun tour. It was usually a ski tour for a few weeks in Colorado. There were three touring companies, and it rotated each year as to which group got the big tour. The touring company I was in got it that year, and this time, it was three weeks in the Pacific Northwest and Alaska. It was incredible. Maybe I’ll write about that some day, as well as my overall experience in the Second City Touring Company. But as Kurt Russell said, as legendary coach Herb Brooks, in the movie Miracle, about the 1980 USA Olympic hockey team that faced the daunting Russian juggernaut, who might beat the USA nine times out of ten:
I got the Walla Walla College sweatshirt that I’m wearing in the photo on the outskirts of Walla Walla several years earlier, before I was at Second City. I was in a different sketch group touring company at the time, which I write about in this mini-post’s MAIN post that’s STILL COMING. We actually played Walla Walla College with the other touring company, and I made the Second City Touring Company van pull over just so I could take this photo.
My friends and I from this other touring company did a sketch show in college together (main post). We all shared a strong, deep affinity for Looney Tunes, and if you do as well, then you know exactly why it meant so much to actually get to go to Walla Walla, Washington.
So what does a photo of 25 year old me on the outskirts of Walla Walla, Washington with the Second City Touring Company, while wearing a Walla Walla College sweatshirt that I got several years earlier with a different touring company altogether, have to do with my live comedy special taping getting canceled and the night-saving brain wallop of an experience that ensued?!? Stay tuned for this week’s Main Post to find out!!
Staying tuned!