Lynda Barry said, “Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.” I don’t know how many exploding cigars I’ve smoked but I hope there’s at least one more in my future. I keep telling myself THIS time it won’t blow up. THIS time it’ll be different. Fortunately, Lynda also said something else I try to remember, “If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.”
And that’s the theme for next month’s show. Love, in all it’s thunderous glory. Is it weird that both quotes describe love as something that blows up? Oh, well. Better to blow up than fizzle, right?
Bring a story about love. Did it work out? Did it blow up in your face? Did you embarrass yourself trying to hold onto someone you should have let go? Did you stumble into love just at the moment you had given up?
Whatever your story is, come by Roy Street March 27th and tell us about it. Remember, love is lovely but in order for it to be a story it has to have a beginning, a middle and an end.
Also, in an effort to get more people onstage we’re shaving the time down to 8 minutes. So practice your story on friends and pets to make sure it’s under 8. I had to bump 4-5 people last time and I’m hoping next time we can everyone onstage who wants to tell a story.
The rules for stories are below but you know the kind we’re looking for: true stories that happened to you that still mean something to you days, months or years later.
I hope to see you at our next show on Thursday, March 27, 7:00pm at the Roy St Cafe.
Feel free to email me if you have any questions.