I was pretty damn tired by week’s end, since the 40 hour weeks and 8 shows in six nights don’t always mesh that well. Nevertheless, I plugged on and got to wrap up the week with a very solid show (not as good as the two on Saturday…funny how you seem to do better in front of sold out crowds…). The staff was great to me, dozens of people of all ages, races, etc. told me I was funny and yes, a flaming gay man told me I was “One hot bitch.” Well, that’s a first, but if someday I make a gay bucket list, that can be crossed off.
The only killer part about working a club is the down time. Most people get up, work, then unwind. In comedy, you get up, piss around for eight hours, then do one to three shows way after the sun is down. Plus the boredom is overwhelming if you don’t have back up plans – luckily, I have a few of these weekends in my pocket, so I had podcasts to listen to, blogs to write, and Homeland was on demand. I spent the drive back to Columbus wondering/obsessing about what the comment cards said, knowing most people that laughed didn’t say “I liked the surly white guy!”, but most people that hated me (yes, I saw a few – these mid-20’s white guys Sunday hated my guts for some reason) probably wrote dissertations about how shitty my act was. Oh well. It went very well and I got to feature in Cincy at two clubs in less than a year. Suck it, guys almost exactly in my demographic!