As you can see from the comments below, my mom is my biggest fan. The support means a lot.

Last night I had my first stand up comedy performance in London, at a pub called the Camden Tup. Including the 10 or so friends of mine that I brought (I was really amazed that so many of them turned out), there were probably 30-35 people in the audience. I went on 5th out of 6 people. One comedian struggled, but for the most part they were good. I went on for 10 minutes, did mostly old material, but worked in a new bit in the middle and retooled some of the old stuff. It went over really well.

One woman was yelling things out from the back at people. Not heckling, per se, just…dumb things. For example, during my lithium bit, at one point she yelled out “Magnesium.” I just kind of paused, looked at her, and said, “Good.” The audience found it amusing. At the end of my Pimp Construction Worker bit where I make a joke about a cocktail waitress offering to give me “Amber and Candy”, she yelled, “Did that really happen?” and I said, “No, if it did, I wouldn’t be here” which the audience got a kick out of.

It’s the greatest feeling in the world to have stand up go well, and I felt wonderful. The big hurdle of fearing that the English won’t like my jokes has been cleared.