I broke my Maryland cherry tonight and did a room on the eastern shore. Crowd was good, but the mike took a shit right out of the gate. I did 30 minutes sans microphone, but luckily my voice sounds like two inbred grizzly bears mating through a bullhorn, so I survived. After the show, I had this really young blonde chick ask for my autograph…then had me sign the other comic, Mark Poolos’s CD. Thanks. I feel like a champion now. That said, it went well but I still had to hold the dead mike b/c I didn’t know what to do with my hands. The whole show was me with a mike in the off position screaming to the club. Could be worse, I could have a seven hour drive home tomorrow. Oh wait, I do. If my iPod runs out of juice, I may shoot up a gas station on the way back.