I really had a  time last night. It was the last of my two shows at the Monkey House. I looked out through a crack in the back curtain at 7:50 and saw maybe two people. Much sadness. I think to myself, “what the fuck man?! Here I am busting my humps- paying for the damn space..doing my show, and nobody come…” etc etc. cue tiny fingertip violin.

But then I come out at 8:10 and the place is packed. Full.  My first sell out show. People are drinking their beers and splitting cervixes they are laughing so hard. The questions as well were great they ask to Zamboni (“What’s the difference between the male orgasm and the femael orgasm?…Where did your name come from?… Should i have a baby with Zamboni?”) 

I left the Monkeyhouse with hope. I still am angry that offers don’t get delivered to me on plates. Afterall, everytime I do show, people laugh, they sigh, they learn something- they enjoy- so why don’t more people say “Hey Zamboni, do show in my theatre! Make me a million sheckels as I produce you on Broadway “etc. But this does not happen.

But as long as people keep coming and enjoying, laughing and thinking- I have chance to get on Jimmy Kimmel and Carnegie Hall.

Thanks you, if you came to see show- if not don’t sleep on the next one.