Ok, I haven't posted here for a few weeks so let me get you caught up. Two weekends ago, I had the distinct honor of performing for about 200 people. Ok, so it was in Vineland, NJ...but it was still for 200 people. Apparently, girls softball is huge in that area and every year they have this big fund raiser to raise money for the girls to travel to Virginia and compete in a big softball tournament. For $30 a person, they got unlimited beer, a buffet style dinner and an hour and a half long comedy show. All proceeds go to the Wildcats girls softball team. I performed with Jay Black and Mike Siscoe, both of whom friggin' rocked the joint! It was blast to watch both of these guys, especially Mike Siscoe's finale when he let audience's members yell out any country, and he demonstrated what the native people of that country looked like during an orgasm. It was hilarious.
A few weeks ago, my friend Glen Jensen got me a spot at Rascals in Cherry Hill, NJ. I told some people at work about it and some wanted to come. So I was able to talk a total of 6 people into coming out and seeing me. The night that I was to go up was Thursday, March 17th...yes, St. Patrick's Day. So I write a new bit about St. Patrick's Day the day of while in the shower. I ask a few people what they think of the new bit, and they like it. Cool. I will do it that night. Well, that night, I am nervous about this new bit. I am under a time restraint, and still don't know if I should do it. It is an untested bit. I am back in the green room making myself nervous thinking about this new bit. This is like an audition at Rascals, so I don't want to screw it up, but I think that it is a funny bit, and it would be perfect since it is in fact St. Patrick's Day. About 10 minutes before show time I peek out to see how big the crowd is. Is it 100 people? 200 People? How many people will see my big debut? I stick my head out of the door, and I see my buddy Joe and his three friends that he brought. And that is all that I see. The rest of the room is empty. AAACK! Five minutes go by, and two more people I know show up. One more couple shows up before the manager cancels the show. Great, there goes my shot. "How would you like to come back on Saturday for both shows" I hear from the manager. SWEEET!! So I go back on Saturday where the crowds were great. I gave it my all, my St. Patrick's Day bit worked great, even on Saturday, and the manager of the Cherry Hill Rascals recommended me to some other Rascals clubs. Sometimes, I love the way things work out
This weekend, I am performing in two different places in Delaware. Friday night will be with Geno Bisconte and some kick-ass comics he is bringing down with him from NYC. There is no better way for my ego to come down of this high like realizing how much better everyone else is. Sometimes, I hate the way things work out.
