One of the worst things about being a comic in this part of the country is travel. I took a gig with my buddy Bob Cook in Michigan. Of course, hours before the show, 3 inches of snow hit the last third of our four hour trip. Nothing like choosing between being behind a semi tossing nature’s excrement on your windshield or trying to pass, which means going across an icy patch of death to get to the left lane. I also missed the exit, which was impossible to see, so I may have broken a few laws cutting across the highway.
We made the show, which I’ve done before. The owners and staff were great, but of course, they send up free shots if you’re doing well. No shots means you’re bombing, so you kind of want a few…until you realize there is no cab service in a town that size. It’s OK, I’m sure the cops love out of state plates. Damnit.
The show went very well, despite the weather keeping the crowd smaller. Plus I sold one beer coozie after the show, so I’m super rich now. I’ll probably go out and buy a helicopter to save time on my next road gig through a semi-blizzard.