I saw a Mo Rocca interview Jon Stewart on CBS's Sunday Morning show. When asked what he would be like if he hadn't married Tracey, Stewart replied, "I'd be much unhappier. She has the capacity for real warmth and love. She's able to help me experience that." I know what he means. I now live vicariously through a more evolved person as well.
My Valentine made wonderful plans for us today. Then I got two gigs. Then I gave her the puppy dog eyes. Then she said "I will be there. Loving you. Supporting you. And spending time with you. Besides the one at night sounds fun. I like the vibe at the Irish Pub." What? That's right. No pouting. No eye rolling. No "I can't believe..." It was at that moment that I realized that I had found my girl. Because listen to me fellow comedians. When you find someone who is willing to let you get out of a wine tasting in a Victorian town to go into the hood where the specialty of the house is Irish Car Bombs, on Valentine's Day, hold on with all your might. Also if you are dating someone who doesn't know what an Irish Car Bomb is, dump them immediately. They don't understand you.
In my defense. We did meet at one of my gigs. So she knew upfront that I had the sickness...I mean the calling. For anyone normal reading this you might not know. When you have the performance bug, when you are a true artist, you want to do your craft more than anything else. I left a cocktail party at the Palm restaurant with free top-shelf everything once just to drive an hour away, in the snow, to do my friend's radio show at midnight in East Jabip, for free. I mean you heard banjos outside of this Fotomat-looking radio station. Believe me the bum panhandling outside restaurant at the party that night had more listeners than this show did on its best day. But that didn't matter. Not at all. The person I was with didn't understand how I could leave the Palm with the Grey Goose a flowin'. That's not wrong. She just doesn't have the sickness...I did it again...the calling.
My wish for everyone in my life is that they find their person, the one that understands them, their soft place to land. The one that gets why you do all the stupid shit you do. I did. I even found someone who understands the sickness but doesn't have the calling. That's a lottery win for me. She bought me head shots and a web designer for me for Christmas for Christ's Sake. That's right. She bought me a person. And if that isn't love, I don't know what is.
Happy Valentine's Day Baby.
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Michelle Tomko's comedy is a fervent blend of tomboy sensibilities courtesy of the older brothers she grew up with in the Midwest and the barrage of perimenopausal chaos the East Coast world has heaped upon her. She pulls her humor from everyday observations and classic stories of family, travel, pets, and adversity. With razor-sharp crowd work and improvisational skills to the rock-solid timing of a veteran performer, Michelle’s act is not to be missed!