Patton Oswalt pt. 3: Now it's just getting sad

So I'm sitting here trying to think of something funny to blog about the Patton Oswalt show last night. You know, the standup comedy show? What's something funny...something funny about the comedy...hmmm. I guess this is why he's the badass comedian and I'm just the whiny blogger.

Oh yeah! The show! The show was funny! That's a thing. But you kinda had to be there. There was this one part where he was like doop-bop-beedily-boop-pee-! Eh, umm...nevermind. Something cool that isn't very funny is that I met him after the show! I hung around with the rest of the vultures behind the venue for one more brief glimpse at a comedy genius in the five feet between the door and the safety of his rented black escape SUV at the curb.

I shook his hand, told him he was a hero of mine and that tonight was the funnest (or I may have said funniest) night I've had since my wife died. Stammered, I should say, as I was completely starstruck. I've been thinking about trying to meet him for a few days, what I might say, and when it was my turn in the little line of us to meet him, my mind went blissfully blank. He quickly jumped in, asking how long we were married and how she'd died and it was clear in his rapid replies that he was trying to make the conversation as courteous but brief as possible. I can't blame him, he's four months, almost five into grief. He doesn't and shouldn't give a fuck about me, that one fan that after that one show. But the fanatic in me wanted a full conversation, and one about him being an awesome comedian and not about my wife and how she died. I didn't even get to mention that he's a big part of why I spent three years in Los Angeles trying to be a standup comedian.

Naturally, I've been rehashing it in my mind ever since, and I know exactly what I should've said and what I could've said and what I would've said if things had been starstruck. And I cried and felt bad for myself and tried to tell myself that I don't need him and I'm just gonna keep working on my book and that'll show him!

And when I can, I remember how awesome and hilarious the show was -- it was very. Like I smoked an hour's worth of crackeroin. Opener Nate Fernald was great, too. Patton Oswalt is always looking to promote new, underrated comedians. Because he cares about comedy at it's core, just like me. It's why he's a hero of mine. It's why I started this blog: so I wouldn't lose my sense of humor after losing my wife. But I tried my hand at standup, I'm just a big fan. I wonder how Patton Oswalt would end this post? He's one of the people who taught me to always end on a big joke.