I emceed an open mike the other night. The lineup was strong and even better, there was a very attentive and yet hard drinking crowd. I also got to remember another story between comics. A girl several years ago in a bar overheard one of my buddies call me Coen. “Oh, your name is Coen? Are you named after the O.C. character?” Yes, my mom got a time machine before I was born and watched the popular series on Fox 25 years in the future, went back, and named me after one of the lead actors. “You’re a dick!” You’re dumb. Then we parted, never to speak again.
The highlight of the night, though, was a guy asked me to mention his son’s birthday. I got his son’s name…then he reached in his wallet and handed me $20. I would’ve have done it for free. Hell, for $20, I’ll dress up like a woman and tap dance for your ass. It was the first time I have ever been tipped. I should’ve felt guilty, but luckily I have no soul and it was an easy thing to do. It was great. Now I’m going to charge for everything I would’ve done for free. Thanks, birthday dad!