2/11 Sativa’s Divas Showcase

11 Feb

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How cool is this? Brad Sativa put together an all female showcase for Eighth and Wedgewood tonight.  The few all female comedy shows I have been a part of are HILARIOUS! Also this is free, so why not? You’ll get to see there’s no one stereotypical lady comic.  Tonight at 8pm.

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Snoozin’ in the Sistine Chapel

4 Feb

whoopsThis is a revision, as read at TenX9 on January 25, 2016 at Douglas Corner for their monthly storytelling show.  The theme was “Whoops”.

 

Snoozing in the Sistine Chapel

By Paulina Combow

Sleep deprivation isn’t something you prepare for when studying abroad. You imagine all the food you’ll eat, places you’ll visit, and souvenirs you’ll bring home, but you can’t possibly conceive that you’ll be sleeping on a lumpy mattress with your feet hanging off, a flat pillow, no air conditioning, and two other girls snoring next to you for five weeks. And those are school nights.  During your weekend travel you sleep on trains, buses, hotel rooms meant for half as many bodies, and makeshift hostels inside old circus tents.  I’ve dealt with my fair share of sleep disorders, from sleep talking to sleepwalking, insomnia to teeth grinding, and nightmares and night terrors. Domestically, the strangest place I’ve fallen asleep was the Spaghetti Factory, while having dinner with my family. I was carb loading since dad was picking up the tab. But that was small potatoes compared to the epic nap I would take in Europe.

In college I studied abroad the summer between my sophomore and junior years.  I spent months looking forward to an art program in Italy, but it filled up and I was placed in a more generic cultural program in Austria.  I would be grouped with a collective of students from colleges all over Kentucky I’d never met, but I would also be joined by one of my sorority sisters whom I barely knew, and seemingly had nothing in common with. She was beautiful, smart and confident, and had been PanHellenic president, Greek Woman of the Year and Homecoming Queen, just to name a few.  She was the classic over-achiever.  I on the other hand was well…not.  My highest honor to date was “Most improved GPA”, after I was finally shown where the library was located. The two of us got to know each other and grew to appreciate how well our personalities complemented each other.  I provided comic relief and always had candy while she read train schedules and kept me from walking into traffic or being sold into sex slavery.  I was the Dharma to her Greg, the Pinky to her Brain, and we traveled together every weekend along with a few other girls we’d gotten to know.

On one of our free weekends we went to Rome, the city I had originally hoped to spend my entire summer, but now had to reduce to three days.  We crammed in a whole Lizzie Maguire and Roman Holiday’s worth of sightseeing into that weekend. We saw the Coliseum, the Pantheon, the Trevi Fountain, Roman Forum, bought knock-off designer purses, ate pizza, ate spaghetti, ate tiramisu, ate gelato, ate bread, and of course visited the Vatican.

Against our program director’s advice, we took a night train there.  In Europe, you can travel anywhere on the EuroRail, which we all had had passes to ride.  The night train was a much longer, slower ride, but the idea was that you would sleep and then be at your destination when you woke up.  We were too poor to spring for the sleeper cars, so four American girls took over a passenger car meant for eight people.  We laid all eight seats down so it made one big cumbersome futon that the four of us flung our bodies across.  That worked out smoothly until a man wearing a tan suit and white floral embroidered blouse opened the door and squeezed himself in.  I never would have let this fly back home, but we didn’t know the rules, and he inserted himself into our dogpile like it was a normal occurrence for him.  I told myself personal space was a subjective concept, and tried to go back to sleep.  Moments later, I woke up to find the man cradling me in complete big-spoon position. Cultural tolerance was replaced with rage as I jumped up and screamed.  “Get the F— out, you pervert!”  The other girls awoke confused.  I told them I had been groped by Borat who conveniently didn’t understand English.  One of the girls, was a Black Belt in karate, or Zumba, or something so I yelled, “Kick this guy’s ass!” There was a scuffle of arms and legs and shouting, and somehow I scooped up his luggage and threw it into the hallway. Language barriers aside, he got the hint and left.  Fun fact, you can’t lock a passenger car, but I did tie my pashmina around the coat racks as a blockade after that.

The next day was our big sightseeing day.  We bopped around from tourist attraction to gelato stand to souvenir shop for hours.  It was finally time to go to the Vatican.  The Church had recently elected Pope Benedict, so all the Pope John Paul merch was on clearance. Everything about the Vatican is lavish and ornate with so many shiny things to look at.  We bought tickets to the Vatican Museums which end at the Sistine Chapel.  No one ever told me you had to walk through the entire museum to get to the famous ceiling, and I was getting impatient. After a while of looking at thousand year old oil paintings, intricate draperies and priceless sculptures I got bored and went ahead of my friends so I could wait for them in the Sistine Chapel. I rushed through what seemed like hundreds of rooms and millions of stairs before finally reaching the Chapel, and it did not disappoint. All the stories of the bible were illustrated in brightly colored frescos, including the most famous piece- the Creation of Adam- where God touches fingers with Adam E.T.-style in the clouds naked.  I stood there looking up for a while until a seat opened up on the benches that lined the perimeter of the room. I sat down and rested my head on the wall so I could comfortably gaze up.  I was still and relaxed, and the sounds of hundreds of people whispering and tiptoeing around me created a white noise that put me to sleep.

A moment later, I opened my eyes and realized I had drifted off.  It was just a second, but I felt rejuvenated and refreshed.  I looked around but still didn’t see any of my friends.  None of us had cell phones since it was 2005 in a foreign country, and we were poor college kids, not Japanese businessmen.  I had no idea what time it was; only that it was still daylight outside. I started to leave when I saw a guy from my group who seemed excited to see me, and led me outside.  I was welcomed by everyone in my entire group, not just my three friends, lying on cobblestone sidewalks in the blistering sun like they were harpooned on a desert island.  When they caught sight of me, my sorority sister jumped up, “Where have you been? We haven’t seen you since we went into the museums!”  I explained how I dozed off for just a second and they must have snuck by me while I was sitting on the bench.  “We’ve all been waiting out here for you for over an hour!” I apologized, but probably not enough for what I put them through, and I was assigned a buddy in public from then on. I knew it was irresponsible of me, but there were higher forces at play here, and who am I to argue with divine intervention.

2/3 HerStories Voices

4 Feb

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My story “The Condom” was featured as a guest post on The Her Stories Project.

Check it out here, and all the other great stories on this blog. Feel free to share!

2/1 School of Laughs Podcast

1 Feb

Episode 85, Going Full Time into Stand-up Comedy

I got the privilege of going on Rik Robert’s Podcast School of Laughs again and we talked about my 9 month plan to go full time in comedy. Thanks Rik!

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LISTEN HERE! or download on iTunes of Stitcher (Search School of Laughs)

Have you ever dismissed the idea of going full time into stand-up comedy? Did you get overwhelmed by the enormity of it all? Today, Paulina Combow joins us to discuss how she broke down the full time goal into bite size pieces. With an outline, a plan and a deadline in place she is targeting early Summer as her kick off date. Along the way she is documenting the process with her own podcast “Nine Month Drive”. On the show Combow explores the possibilities of traveling with a camper, defending herself, finding wi-fi and booking gigs. We talk specifically about: Paying off debt Networking Comedy festivals Staying healthy Creating tag along gigs en route to booked shows Cultivating her Youtube presence Supplemental income Learning how to focus on one task at a time and much, much more. If you’ve thought about going full time into stand-up comedy, this podcast is for you! If you are full time, what tips can you offer to Paulina to make her journey more of a success? Send them in to me or feel free to contact her via the info below. To hear more from Paulina you can listen to her first appearance on the show. In that episode, she discussed ways to put on your own show. Great tips!

1/25 Tenx9 Storytelling

25 Jan

whoops.jpgTonight 7:30pm at Douglas Corner Cafe! I’ll be telling my Sistine Chapel story, along with Michael Bough and some other great storytellers.

2016’s first Tenx9 Nashville night of true storytelling will feature the theme “Whoops.”

What are your stories of accidents? Accidents you had? Accidents you witnessed? Maybe you broke something? Maybe you had a whoops relationship? Or a whoops encounter? Maybe you said something you shouldn’t, or went somewhere you shouldn’t?

Tenx9 Nashville is a Belfast-originated monthly community storytelling night where 9 people have up to ten minutes each to tell a real story from their lives. Each month has a theme. And it’s always FREE.

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Afterward, head over to Betty’s Grill at 9pm for the HAHA Hootenanny comedy open mic hosted by BUNNY!!

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1/20 Laughin’ Out Loud

19 Jan

Tell your friends, tell the world, I’m on Ron Ron’s show at High Five.

Wednesday at 8pm at High Five on W. Trinity Lane. FREE SHOW!

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1/19 That Time of the Month: HOPE

19 Jan

I’m hosting my Favorite storytelling show That Time of the Month tonight at Zanies Nashville at 7:30pm.

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Winner of the Nashville Scene’s “Best of” award, That Time of the Month returns for its fourth year (WE CAN’T BELIEVE IT/Yeah, we can) with a show to set us off in the right direction: “Hope”.

Featuring the comedic writing talents of:
Kathleen Cosgrove
Kristen Cherry
Barbara Moss
Christopher Pilny
Patsy & Herman Lawson
Amanda Robinson

PLUS Special guest Mary Laura Philpott, who will be signing her book “Penguins With People Problems” before and after the show.

Tickets are $10, but if you enter the discount code “TTOTMHope” online, or mention it over the phone, or mention it at the door, tickets are half price!

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1/5 Bubba and Friends

5 Jan

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Tonight at 8pm at The Night Owl, Monty Mitchell, Bubba Bradley, Paulina Combow and more.  No cover, great food, full bar, and karaoke after the show.

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1/5 Hope Lodge

5 Jan

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Tonight at 6:30pm.  A free comedy show for the residents and families staying at Hope Lodge in Nashville, TN.  This is a monthly show produced by Terry Hendrickson.  If you’re not familiar with Hope Lodge, it’s a wonderful organization to donate your time and money to.

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9 Month Drive Podcast – new episode

19 Dec

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Meet a guy who takes the wisdom and knowledge gained from interviewing nearly 3,000 thought leaders and applies it to his own life.  Get ready for some Canadian Energy!

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