Now I remember what it's all for.
Having a lovely, lovely night, with a smashing crowd, when it doesn't feel like standup, it feels like a roomful of mates, and getting drunk and elated afterwards, and eating fish and chips in Grassmarket, staggering home, and knowing you won't sleep.
Now I remember why we went through the months of preparation, all the worry, all the angst.
For THIS! THIS! THIS!
Ahhh, so thank you, God, Marx, humanity, friends, family, whatever it is that puts it all into place.
Yes, I am drunk.