Friday, December 02, 2005

My night at the OTB Mixer

Sorry to do this to all my loyal readers (LOL) - but I promised someone that I would blog about our outing last night. Funny I should use that word. I was not really at the OTB last night. I was actually at an OTF (Out in TV and Film) mixer. The group is supposed to be made up of people who work in TV and Film, and who are gay. I only meet one of the criteria, but want desperately (as you know) to work TV, so I attend these events to network. Usually, I sit on the sidelines and hang with the same people event after event. But not this time, I made an effort to break from my shell and meet new people.

I met some lovely new folks -- mesmerizing them with my comic timing and witty repartee. My recipe for success is a heavy dose of self-deprecating humor, mixed with equal parts of commentary on the setting and pop culture.

People usually think that I am funny, and I have actually had people suggest that I should do stand up comedy. Unfortunately, I am a flop when it comes to writing down my jokes. My brand of humor is what I like to call "Situational Comedy" (patent pending). I am best making stuff up off-the-cuff. Even now, as I sit down to report on my night, I find it difficult to recreate the jokes, the laughs and the over all good times.

One of the flaws in my system is that "foot in your mouth" situations are bound to happen. For example, when trying to do a funny take on someone's comment about ecstasy (I joked about the drug) of course that person was a recovering addict, clean and sober for 5 year (with the coin to prove it. Unfortunate that I made light of such a serious thing like addiction, but seriously I am still chuckling of that situational comedy! Thankfully the German’s have a word for this, Schadenfreude (Pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others). Someone has to be the butt of a joke, that person is usually me...so I am allowed.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I so had a moment like this just the other night, where I unwittingly (in every sense of the word) made a comment about a party guest being ticked off that she couldn't drink, having to teach later on that night. And it turned out she was a recovering alcoholic. My remark totally pissed off the person to whom I told it. Ah well - the lush didn't miss much, the wine was dreadful.

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