I had a show last week on the far side of Michigan. It was the “break even” show, while the two shows Friday closer to Ohio was where I made my profit. There was one problem – three weeks ago the double show cancelled. It was a new booker I’ve been trying to work from for a while, so I kept the show, knowing I would make about $13 after gas.
The show was in a really nice, rich hotel where there were a lot of better looking women with older, probably rich men. Show was good, but every time I asked a question, I got blank stares. I assume this was the case, b/c the spotlight was brighter than a supernova. I couldn’t see anything. I asked the crowd if anyone had a bad job in this economy – nothing. “Oh I forgot, you’re all rich. You’re on vacation and don’t give a shit.” Thunderous, yet empty laughter ensued. After the show, I sold exactly one t-shirt. Who says this job doesn’t pay! I proceeded to talk to a nice couple after the show who had a lot of questions about comedy, so I told them about being heckled by a guy with Down’s Syndrome and another time a drunk lady puked on the stage. Glamourous moments like this keep me inspired.