(20 minute read or listen to the audio)
Do you remember the story I wrote last summer about the bear coming into our vacation rental house in Lake Tahoe? The bear that clawed his way through the screen door down in the bedroom on the first floor? The bear that came up the carpeted stairs right into the room we were sitting in? Yes, that bear! “Scary” does not even begin to describe it. Crazy, Unreal, Freaky, Alarming, Shocking, Hair-raising, Spine-chilling, Pee-your-pants-panic. The true fight-or-flight test. (I’m flight, by the way). I may have found something almost as scary.
Saturday night in Dayton, Ohio, I got to relive the bear experience. Up. On. Stage. The Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop concluded with a Stand Up Comedy Show. After another full day of learning from experienced authors and listening to two more keynote speakers that left me in awe, I summoned up all the courage I had to do something I’d never done. A month earlier, when I was filling out the registration form, I impulsively checked a box. Sure, why not? I’ll throw my name into the hat for the randomly selected stand up comedy show at the end of the workshop. What are the odds? My name was selected. Ahh! I screamed and laughed.
The fun part began when I shared this news with my family and friends. I was thrown different ideas (all from my blog stories). Tell about the 7 goats named after the Peaky Blinders. Tell about the 16 chickens that arrived in a tiny cardboard box at the Post Office. Or how about when you fell through the attic grabbing hidden Christmas toys. It was not for a lack of stories to tell. It was figuring out what would work on stage and stay under the three minute time limit. And, more importantly, what would be easiest for me to remember when stage fright struck. The bear encounter was the top contender in my family. I’d told it countless times, just never on stage in front of hundreds of people. Not just any people, very talented humor writers. No pressure. Add to that, only ten of us were randomly selected, the other eight were chosen in previous competitions who were experienced stand up comics. They also happened to be very encouraging to us newbie randos.
I never told anyone this before, but I had a secret dream about twenty years ago. When my days were full of all of the crazy stuff that goes down raising four kids and moving a dozen times, I had a vision of standing on stage with a microphone in my hand and telling stories. Maybe it was delusional thinking after a lack of sleep and isolation with four children under the age of eight. I imagined spinning the ridiculous (and true) tales in front of an audience. My stories never got to the stage, but I do believe they are reaching others through my writing. At least that is what I am working toward. This is why I was so excited to attend the Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop in Dayton. Her humorous writing connected with others and resonated with so many people over the years. Whether is was about our roles in the family as wives and mothers, or as women in the workplace or the neighborhood, Erma found humor in the simple things. She may not have ever been a stand up comic, but her writing surely read like one, as well as her televised delivery of her pieces.
It made sense that the workshop included the stand up comedy show on the final evening. I was amazed at the writing and performances of the veteran and first-time comics. At our rehearsal in the afternoon, I was almost sick with fear. My nerves were putting me into a state of panic. Each comic took a turn practicing her three-minute bit in front of the others, and then it was my turn. I flipped a switch, and just told the bear story like it happened. This rehearsal was in a small room of twenty people. It felt like the drama classes I had taken in high school a good thirty years ago. So I left nervous Carolyn on the chair, and stood up to “perform” the bear story. It went great. If only it was that easy up on stage in front of a much larger audience.
Our final dinner at the conference was over, and an amazingly moving speech by author Wade Rouse closed the workshop. It went by so fast. Now we would have to wait another two years for the next Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop. People took pictures together. But wait! It was not over yet. Everyone was invited to return to the ballroom at 9:30 for the Stand Up Comedy Show.
Comedian Jane Condon opened the show with her witty commentary and then introduced each performer. One after another, these brave souls got up on stage and grabbed the microphone and told stories and jokes for three minutes. A digital timer was at the base of the stage to help performers pace themselves. The audience rolled with laughter at times and chuckled softly at other times. In between they watched and listened quietly. This is where an experienced stand up comic thrives. It is like when a sailor who knows the wind and the direction and strength of the current adjusts the mast and the jib (I may have made that up because I cannot sail either), or a seamstress knows which stitch width to use (I don’t sew either). Or when the goat stall or the chicken coop smell of ammonia and it is time for a mucking and a fresh shaving clean out (this I do know).
After Jane introduced me and handed me the microphone, I got on stage and felt like Judy Garland as Dorothy in munchkin land. This was not because of the lady in the front row who was holding a tiny dog that looked like Toto (no joke). Although I did worry about my bear growl scaring tiny Toto. What threw me off was the whole sea of faces looking up at me. It’s one thing to type on my keyboard envisioning an audience, but performing live in the spotlight is a whole other thing. You can’t backspace and delete. And you are on a running clock. I fumbled a bit at first, reintroducing myself off-script. I’ve learned that going off-script is where I have goofed in the past, just ask my family how they worried when I went off-script during the welcome toast at my daughter’s wedding. I had a lovely welcome planned but then I went rogue because I was worried people would stay seated in the “stations style reception” where the wedding planner insisted on only providing seating for sixty percent. It was a bone I would not let go of, but I was right. People like to grab and stay in their non-reserved seats. “Get up, eat, dance, mingle, get up. Enjoy.” See, you can understand how my family worries when I go off-script. Carolyn, get back to the Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop stand up comedy recap.
I wish I could describe the experience of being on stage in greater detail, but I cannot. It is actually a bit of a blur. I told the story. I growled into the microphone. I wriggled around like a zombie and jumped across the stage. I whispered. I hollered. At almost all of the right parts of the story. The truth is that I mixed up the order of a couple things. The people who had heard my story in rehearsal earlier, reassured me afterwards that my goof about not revealing it being a bear across the room (that sent me running to the bathroom) did not matter. Because when I was on stage and crouched down in fear, it dawned on me that I had not said into the microphone that it was indeed a BEAR in the house. So I improvised and added that important detail in. People laughed. I took a bow and returned to my seat at the table with the other stand up comics. For better or worse, I did it! I was now one of them. I can add this to my repertoire. Daughter, Wife, Mother, Sister, Aunt, Friend, Writer, Chicken/Goat/Horse/Doodle/Cat Keeper, Tennis teammate, Triathlete, Swimmer, Soccer player (ok, maybe I am reaching back too far but while I am there) Piano player, Blogger, and now a Stand Up Comedian.
It can all be summed by to the quote from Erma Bombeck, “It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.” For the record, my mom told me the same thing. The whole weekend reminded me of how blogging and writing my novel and memoir are brave steps I am taking in my life. Even though dogs and horses still frighten me, I have been face to face with a real life bear (through the bathroom door) and lived to tell about it.
The YouTube video will make its way out soon. For now, I have included the link below to the original telling of the bear encounter last July.
Close Encounters With A Bear