Sacrifice (Hong Kong) Sophia and I walked fast hand in hand to the IFC. We were both late. She was running to catch her flight and I was running to my photo shoot and open mic at TakeOutComedy.com. At where the escalators went down, I pulled her close and kissed her. “Be careful. See you in a couple of weeks,” I said. “I miss you already,” she said and looked at me sadly. “It’s the sacrifice we must make.” I hugged her. “You need to get going, you are already late. You cannot miss the next Airport Express train – or then you will miss your flight.” “Why are you such in a hurry to get me out of Hong Kong?” she asked pointedly. I was taken back. “What do you mean?” “You are in an awful hurry to get me out of here.” I was angry. I didn’t like what she was alluding to. “Look, I am late for my photo shoot. I promised Jami I would be there before 9.” “Okay,” and she leaned in and kissed me hard. And we pulled away – felt the gravity of us – still yank us towards each other – and then I went off spinning in the opposite direction towards the SoHo escalator.
At the end, Jami finally got up to thank all of us for coming out to Open Mic. “Funny, the room is full of twelve comedians. No audience,” Jami laughed. “But don’t forget we got Macau coming up and proud to say that Singapore Take Out Comedy is also doing their Open Mic tonight.” We all clapped.