I was tooling around the internet yesterday when I came across a review for a show I did out of town recently. It was a local paper, but the review was incredibly glowing, and singled me out as being particularly noteworthy. I got a few email about it from clubs in the city and from a booking agent that I know, who never seemed interested in giving me work before.
This put me in such a good mood that I was actually dumbstruck, and could do little else besides glow. I immediately got on the phone and arranged to spend the rest of the day not working.
"Hey, let's get lunch. I refuse to be productive!"
"Fuck my dry cleaning! You and me are seeing a movie in the middle of the afternoon!"
"Out of printer ink? Too bad, fucker! I've got dinner plans!"
I just returned from my r&r, and feel a little silly. Was that really necessary? Sure, it was fun, but I can't help but think I didn't deserve it. I mean, the reward was the review, but I decided to reward myself for getting the reward. A tad indulgent, no?
Back to work tomorrow. Unless I get some sort of comedy trophy.
