Murphy’s Law states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong.  It’s been years since I’ve encountered Murphy’s Law in my life, I guess it’s a maturity thing.  I mean, life is, after all, a matter of perspective.  There’re always two sides to things.  It’s raining?  Well, be thankful that it’s not stifling hot. 

Anyway earlier this week Nicole decided to treat a couple of friends to the first March show of the Comedy Cartel, because one, it was her birthday this month and two, she wanted to spread the joys of watching a bunch of men perform comedy on stage.  I was ecstatic, to say the least, because this had been planned the moment we left Spicy Fingers last February.

Then I got my schedule for my Intravenous Therapy (IVT) training.  Of all the dates, I had to go to the hospital on March 16 and stay there until ten in the evening.  I thought of quietly slipping out if the night was slow and there were no patients.  I was sure they’d let me go.  But then at around eight o’clock the patients came tumbling in one after the other.  I needed those cases so I had no choice but to stay and do whatever I had to do.

I finally got to leave the hospital at 9:15 in the evening, about forty-five minutes into the show at Greenbelt 2.  I even had to decline to take a blood transfusion case because if I took it, I wouldn’t be able to make it to Makati.  So after telling a rather flimsy lie about commuting all the way home to Laguna at night, I hopped into probably the only slow driving cab in the whole of the city.  Rush hour’s already passed so the traffic was relatively light, but manong driver preferred to keep his attention on our conversation about the current nursing situation in the country.  He seemed to be a nice man, really, but his driving was just what I didn’t need at the time.

After a forty-five hour drive I finally stepped foot inside Spicy Fingers and sat down with my friends, only to catch the second to the last act of the night.  *Insert facepalm here*  I missed most of their acts and I was very much out of the loop during the recaps and the discussions afterwards. 

But I guess it was okay; when one of the performers, Alex Calleja, did his rounds after the show we got to talk to him and I even got his autograph.  And there, ladies and gentlemen, is your proof that I am now indeed a comedic fan girl.

I think the fact that I got to talk to Alex Calleja added to the fact that I shall be seeing the March 30 show (I just don’t know with who yet) has alleviated my pessimistic streak.