I did a show Tuesday night in Dayton – not bad for the drive, only just over an hour. I got there early, but of course, the start time was passed and rescheduled for 45 minutes later. That’s great, I have nothing to do tomorrow…oh wait, I have to be up at 6:15 am. Oh well. I’ll just have to stab anyone that goes over time more than two minutes.
It actually went very well, even though it was outside. As fate mandates, I got to a punchline and three Harley riding midlife crisis zeroes had to pull up beside the bar and rev away…in a mall parking lot. I turned around and yelled, “Is your penis any bigger now, you fucking dicks? Of course not, park the bike you compensating douches!” They must have heard me, because they revved about six more times, then drove off. I felt better.
The comics were pretty good, but I had a weird moment when during the second comic’s set (he was crushing) some guy yelled, “That bald sonofabitch with the glasses is a homewrecker, just ask him! He’s a piece of shit!” It ruined the momentum and of course, I was right between the two, so if the poo hit the fan, I was going to be rolled up into a death struggle. Thankfully, “homewrecker” did nothing and the town crier was removed without incident. Either way, I’m glad they served bottles. I’m too old to fistfight two guys, but I’m still hillbilly enough to smash a bottle across someone’s face in a pinch and run like a weasel back to my car and throw dirt everywhere making for the highway.