I did a show at the Greenbrier in West Virginia. It has been the vacation spot of presidents, movie stars, and super rich people for a century. And they had me there. I was supposed to do it mid-February, but a last second emergency meant I got called at 2 pm. I had slept in until one, because I am a sack of shit, and at the time of the call, I was sitting at a BW3’s, ready to devour some delicious wings. I said I would do it and the race was on.
I flew home, stopping first at Arby’s – I normally wouldn’t mention that, but I hadn’t eaten since 6pm the previous day. I actually got three sandwiches for $5. I have never spent less than $8 at Arby’s. It is the steakhouse of fast food…at least in price. I was packed and ready to roll, when I realized my dog was staring at me. Son of a bitch. (Literally! LOL LOL LOL, shoot me.) Thank God the hotel was pet friendly, not that I cared at that point, I just would’ve snuk him in the back.
I arrived at the room and to my endless surprise, a valet parked my car and called me sir. He probably felt all dirty inside having to accomodate my stupid ass and call me sir. Fair enough. This place was easily the highest class ever, which isn’t saying much if you read last night’s blog with the whipped cream wrestling.
