People come to Happy Ending to hear the readers, see them take risks and meet their favorite scribblers. They do not come to hear me be self-deprecating and a little raunchy. On average, the audience is pleasantly surprised to find that this event is not stuffy or pretentious and they are happy that I attempt to make them happy. But there are other occasions, such as this occasion, where the audience is not pleasantly surprised by my attempts to be light-hearted. In fact, they are down-right confused at the effort. This was one of those nights.
Did you think I was funny? They didn’t think I was funny. Did you notice that they didn’t think I was funny? Why didn’t they think I was funny? The readers? Yeah, they were great, but back to me. Did you notice how no one thought I was funny?