It’s kind of like a hangover.
You wake up the next morning. You’re pretty sure you ate pizza…in your car. You had some wine (not in your car…and after the pizza…just so you don’t think I’m going all DUI here). You stayed up through the wee hours of the morning, basking in your awesomeness. But now you’re kind of tired. And a bit shy. Because now there are more people.
It’s also like stage fright. Now I’ve got to be funny. Like. All the time.
Just so you know, I’m picturing you all in your underwear. It’s the only way I’ll get through. Some of you have some interesting taste in skivvies. I won’t tell. Don’t worry. Even that guy in the leopard print thong. Hey. Whatever floats your boat, man. Whatever floats your boat.
I’m not sure who I thank for the wonderful surprise and honor yesterday. But whoever that person is, THANK YOU! Thanks to everyone who has decided to follow me further. Let’s ride this crazy train.