Hang on to Your Butts - Phetasy News
They're Eating The Pets, Dave Landau Is A Comedy Genius, What Radicalized Me - Politically Homeless, Bridget Finally Accepts She's A Clown, Bridget's JRE appearance & Phetasy Merch
Since my last newsletter I have opened for Colin Quinn at the Comedy Mothership, appeared on Rogan’s podcast, went back East to see my family for a month, put my beloved dog, Hope, down, and then opened for Dave Landau at the Comedy Mothership over Labor Day Weekend. That’s not including random trips to Dallas to appear on Normal World, Spectator deadlines, taking Walk-Ins Welcome back from the network we were on (more on that in a separate post coming later) and Dumpster Fires galore.
Putting the personal aside—Trump was nearly assassinated, (twice now—it happened again since I wrote the first draft of this newsletter), and Biden was perfectly capable of running again until he suddenly wasn’t and got pushed out and replaced by Kamala. This all happened within weeks—truly one of the wildest news cycles I’ve ever witnessed.
Needless to say—it’s been nuts.
I hadn’t even been home for 48-hours before we had to put Hope down—and it’s already been a month since she’s been gone. Time is a flat circle. It’s been coming for some time as she’s had cancer, but it’s incredible how with animals it’s often slowly then suddenly. At no point would I have ever been ready to let her go. Hope was my ride-or-die.
I got her a year-and-a-half into sobriety. She saw me through debilitating early sobriety depression and saved me from it, giving me purpose and something to focus on other than myself. It’s not an exaggeration to say she taught me how to love and commit. She saw me through my single days in Los Angeles to getting a boyfriend who would become my husband and with whom I would end up having a child. Hope knew the assignment right away as her pack expanded. Even as I write this, I’m bawling. There is something so special about that first bond you have with an animal as your life expands.
I’ve been very publicly grieving on X and the universal nature of pet loss and the love that I’ve been wrapped in by complete strangers restores my faith in humanity. Pets bring out the best in us individually and collectively. Things have been so crazy that I don’t think the loss even hit me until this past weekend, the first weekend that things are starting to feel normal after the crazy summer.
Just in time for the presidential election.
Many of you were upset that I did these comedy shows and you didn’t hear about them. I’ll be better at promoting them and will probably get a calendar I can populate so you can see where I’ll be and when. I’ll be opening for the Dark Queen, Adrienne Iapalucci, October 18, 19, and 20 at the Comedy Mothership, so get your tickets before they’re gone.
To those of you who have signed up to become Phetasy supporters now that we are fully independent, I can’t tell you how grateful we are. It’s been a hard transition and financially, I’m back to wondering how it’s all going to work out. Your support signals to me: JUST KEEP GOING.
And I will. Hang on to your butts. We are in for a bumpy ride.
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Did I tell you all about how this jackapoo we got : got a bumpy butt ride when she jumped out of our living vehicle on the way to the lake? She got a chance at a new butthole.