Well, after four days, three pizzas, fourteen vodka-sodas, thirty-five beers, and two hundred and seventy-six donuts, the Bridgetown Comedy Fest came to an end. I’ve always been a big fan of Portland, and this was like a tiny dream vacation for me. So right from the top, thanks to Andy Wood and his small army of organizers and volunteers who made the entire fest possible.
I spent most of yesterday convalescing by watching mediocre television in bed after performing my one man show: Drunks McGonnagal the evening prior. My final show was at the Eagle’s Lodge, a little club torn from the fabric of time that felt like a 60’s VFW hall. The show was a lot of fun, packed to the back, and a great finale to my weekend.
There were many highlights of the fest, but I think overall I loved the opening night show with Chris Fairbanks, Eric Andre and Pete Holmes. I haven’t laughed that hard at a show in… maybe ever.
Again, big thanks to Portland and Andy Wood for inviting me and putting on such a fun time. I thought it was really inspiring not only for my own comedy, but perhaps for a comedy festival in Denver one day.