tonight, at a party filled with burlesque performers, waiting for anyone i knew to show up, talking to the drunk kid in line for the bathroom for twenty increasingly disappointing minutes.
Him: I'm focusing more on my job, but I'm really funny so I think I should do something with that, you know? But I can't write. I did improv for awhile, even though I don't really like the format. But my talent's being funny so I really think I should be doing something with comedy.
Me (secretly, in my head): Then why haven't you said one amusing thing yet?