I did a show (comedy, FYI) at a GLBT bar Sunday night. It was awesome (I got laughs, FYI). I noticed this bar was not the same as most of my venues. I went to take a leak and the bathroom door said “Gay Boys.” I don’t know what the other one said, so I rolled with the punches. A lot of pictures of six packs in there (not Busch Light…dudes). No gloryholes, though, not that was I was hoping…
I did my “gay” set with about six homosexual related jokes and got off to a great start. I did about 20 minutes and had a good time. I did so well, a lesbian bought me a delicious beer after my set. That is probably the first and only time that will happen in my life, but it was nice. Hey, we have one thing in common, am I right! I should be punched for that last sentence.
The important thing for me is that I did a room that I am completely not used to in the least. As a new comic, I used to fear older people in rooms b/c I was so raw and vulgar. I feel if you want to improve, you have to tackle your weaknesses head on. My top merchandise selling show ever? A senior center in Shelby, Ohio. Give me your social security cash, granny! (It was mostly middle aged folks, old people don’t stay up past nine pm.) How could I know if GLBT crowds would laugh at me? Do the show. Life is like that – how do you know you’ll like a food unless you try it. I feel like I just wrote an Avril Lavigne song. Yuck.