I had a lovely time at the Gethard Show.  The wacky mix-up made me feel dumb and momentarily disappointed, but the show itself was uniquely entertaining and awkward (as always).

I feel silly for whining, and embarrassed to have inspired several friends to send me lovely and supportive notes.  This is among the happiest periods I’ve ever had in my life, thanks mostly to the huge amount of time I’ve been spending amongst improv folks.

I’m a firm believer in the value of complaining when there’s legitimately something to complain about, but this is not one of those times… I intended my post to be more of a “listen to this wacky thing that happened to me” thing, and less of a “my world is shattered and I am in the fetal position” thing.

Plus, my weekend was book-ended by Toy Story III and a New Pornographers concert, so all other points are moot.