Farewell / Hello
I took ANOTHER shift at the Skybox so that I can afford my glamorous life. Weeeeee. But tonight, when I got off work, I went to the Second City Main Stage to see my friend Tim Mason off. He’s been performing at Second City for a wile now and decided to call it quits. I missed the show and the after-sketches. But I did see the last 10 minutes of his farewell speech. It was really touching. The thing is, and I’ll admit this, I was jealous. Forst offm before I get into this too much – I don’t think jealousy is nessicarily a bad thing. I believe it is bad only if you deny it. If you fully admit it, it becomes this catalyst for change and, in some way, a sign of admiration. Denying it means you are also in denial of your own situation.
In anycase, it was rather bizarre. Here I am, surrounded by my peers and I feel incredibly out of place. Vanessa Bayer is there. The casts of various famous SC shows. The movers and shakers of the Chicago comedy scene are all around. And then there’e me. I’m cool and I’m not putting myself down. Let’s get that straight. But I’m also fully aware of my situation and status. I don’t fool myself either.
Anyway, here’s how awesome Tim Mason has been. He’s only 2 years older than me and he has 3 beautiful kids (someday), a great wife (I have that now) and a really stellar career as a comedian (getting there). Here’s this guy, on stage, thanking the people who have helped him achieve these goals and I’m thinking, “Man, good for you, Tim. Really. BUT, what the hell am I doing.” We both studied at the same university and went through some of the same programs in Chicago but I lost focus along the way and became a schizophrenic artist – dabbling in everything – film, theatre, improv, video, writing . . . I feel behind in life and in my career. So, like my post yesterday, it’s those damn ducks being out of order. All the potential is there just waiting. I just need to get down and do it.
So, this post will be short. I have business to attend to. But I will say this. Congratulations, Tim. You deserve it. Bravo. I am truly proud of you. To Timmy Tamisiea – fill your engine with some high octane shit because it’s time to play catch-up. Oh, and Bravo to you too – you are where you need to be at this moment. But the next moment is waiting.