Camp Rehoboth Women Fest or bust!
I just got back from performing at Camp Rehoboth Women Fest in Rehoboth Delaware. Two shows, both sold out and a standing ovation. Yay!!
It is a long drive from RI and there really is not an easier way to get there. So I drove in on Thursday and the next morning got up to teach my comedy workshop.
Why do lesbians love workshops so much? We are the workshoppiest group of folks I know. We are busy beavers. Ah, that is it.
I took a Wicca workshop thinking I was going to learn how to weave furniture. Not the case. I learned how to turn a toad into a stool. A toad stool, get it?
Anyway, I taught a great class on stand-up comedy using the old formula: premise, set up, and punch. That is the way I learned it, that is the way I teach it. Old School.
My example being, “All the women in the Hollywood modeling business starve themselves. My roommate was no different. She ate like a bird. You know the type, she eats like a bird and she acts like a bird. Every restaurant that we went to, she slammed right into the windows. Bam. I had to get her a neck brace for Christmas.” Tagged it.
Anyway, the class was a success and two lucky participants got to open for me that night and the next.
There was so much going on. There was a pickle ball tournament. What is pickle ball? That is what I said and I refused to play unless it was a kosher pickle ball with pastrami on rye.
There was a golf tournament. Which I would have loved to have participated in, but I was too lazy – so I played a round of miniature golf, and I took the cart. .jpg)
There were tarot readings, dances, singers, book signings, book readings, and a crafts fair. The keynote speakers were rallying us to vote for Hillary.
Well you don’t have to ask me twice. I am voting for Hillary. She has a uterus and she has our back. What would this world look like if we had women running it? I think it would be a lot nicer, less war, more negotiations, more nurturing. Men are too brutal. They love violence.
It must be the mob mentality of the sperm all racing to the egg as if their life depended on it. It’s a competition. “Last one there is a rotten egg.” Whereas, the eggs we have are a finite number. We come with, or are born with approximately two million eggs. Cage free, no GMO, free-range eggs. Two million. On the other hand, no pun intended, men produce sperm throughout their lives. They are sperm factories. They make 525 billion sperm in a lifetime. Each ejaculatory blast contains approximately one million sperm.
So when someone says “You are one in a million,” you really are!.jpg)
Poppy will be in Provincetown MA at The Post Office Cabaret
When: May 27th – May 30th