I’ll admit that for most of my life, I’ve been aimless. Never being sure of what I wanted to do with my life, I’d bounce around various dead end jobs while working on other things in my spare time, like bands and writing. Over the past year, I’ve been doing part time office work while performing in the house band of The Chris Gethard Show, a monthly talk/comedy/variety show that takes place once a month at the UCB Theater – balancing my time between a dream job and a menial job. A few months ago, Chris wrote everyone about doing a show in Los Angeles – getting there by driving there cross country together in a seven person RV (there’s more than seven of us). I decided to go for it, not just doing the tour, but also doing my own separate stand up tour immediately after. It was a harder decision than you’d think.
The week leading up to the tour was busy, but it got even busier when we added an extra Gethard Show before leaving New York – on account that we’ve gotten millionaire rapper Diddy to appear as a guest via Twitter. It was a last minute event that immediately caused a notable surge of hype. When I got to the theater there was already paparazzi outside, and I was a few hours early. By the time the show started, the theater was packed. When we finally introduced Chris and Diddy (with an Ergs!/Diddy medly) the crowd was going nuts--I spend most of the show in awe of what was going on. Before I knew it the whole thing was over, it was 4:30 in the morning and I was trying to fall asleep on my friend’s couch in Brooklyn.
The next day I ate brunch with my friend Hallie before heading home for the last few free hours I’d have to myself for the next month. That time was spent packing, and trying to relax. When I ran late on my way back to our official kick off show, I felt like it’s a bad sign, which puts me in a nervous, worrisome mood. I assumed that no one was coming out tonight, but it turned out all right. When we finished up, we all headed to Gethard’s parents house in the New Jersey suburbs where the RV was parked. On the way we passed by malls, diners, and other places I’d go to hang out in high school, which feels like a strangely appropriate way to start the trip, as I’m moving towards a new phase in my life. It was almost four AM by the time we got there, and I realized I'd forgotten toothpaste, and went to sleep under the dining room table.
Up next: The crew manages to get in trip-ending trouble, before even reaching their first stop in Boston.