I had a great show Tuesday (I would have capitalized that, but I’m not a douche like Kanye West) and followed it up with an open mike Wednesday. Open mikes are great, both for the fun comedy stuff and the horrible newbs. A black gentleman hit the stage dressed in a kilt to reinforce his joke comparing the Girl Scouts to the Crips and Bloods. Are they (Crips and Bloods) still around? I thought Biggie Smalls and Tupac ended that debate/murder orgy. I don’t know, I’m from Appalachia. The only gang I know is One Man Gang, an obscure wrestler from the 80’s. Don’t make me go all Blue Meanie on your ass (more dumb WWE references).
One of the staff made his debut tonight and did pretty well, especially for a new comic. Even if he didn’t, I would say so, mostly because I don’t need a pube in my next beer. Or want one, for that matter, but I digress. Post-show, a guy I met a few months ago came up to a gaggle o’ comics and said, “I just got busted by the cops for smoking weed in the parking lot!” Me: “That sucks, did you get a ticket?” Him: “No, bro, I’m white.” That was awkward, because my Indian pal Sumukh was right next to me. He deadpanned, “Well, now I better not smoke pot in the parking lot!” This is funny, first because he wasn’t offended. Second, because racial profiling doesn’t apply to Indians (Asiatic or Native American). I know this because of the afore mentioned Applachian background. Trust me, I have heard some racist shit in my day…but never “Those Goddamn Indians…” And if I had, it would probably be the wrong Indians, because hilljacks are fucking stupid. Now about those Goddamn Samoans…