#100BM Day 73
I want to go. And I think I will end up going by myself because I am a sad weirdo fan of comedians no one ’round here has heard of.
Hell, when I first saw her live, in 2008 for a ten-minute set at an Amnesty gala at the Edinburgh Fringe, I hadn’t heard of her her either. But it was love at first sight.
But going alone isn’t so bad. If I start feeling a bit sorry for myself, I’ll eat my feelings in the form of a giant sandwich at Santropol before the show.