Haven't been on the blog for awhile so I figured it was about time for an update. I submitted my application into Roosevelt University. Should be hearing back from them soon enough. Comedy game has been good to me. I went on the road for the first time this past weekend and boy was it a blast.
JC asked me about 3 weeks ago if I wanted to join him in De land to do some guest spots for a show he was headlining. Only a fool at my level would turn down such an opportunity. It was the chance to perform in an actual comedy club rather than the usual bars and student auditoriums I perform. We loaded up the car and made way.
Before we left JC's apartment I was informed that the place we were staying at was haunted. The club owner didn't put his comics up in a hotel. Instead he put them up in the house his grandparents had lived and died in. Another comic had stayed in the house and woke up form a nap on the couch to find the rocking chair going by itself in the middle of the room. This wigged him out enough to grab all his things and get the hell out of there. He left his fellow comic behind who was in the shower at the moment. JC and I tried to find a hotel to stay in but wouldn't spring the $120 to do so. The haunted house was free after all.
We had dinner at this Mexican place called Mi Tierra. They had all you can eat tacos for $8. That's a steal. You also got your choice of fish, shrimp, pork or chicken. I went with the fish because I felt adventurous. This group of thirteen girls walked in with ribbons in their hair and skirts that had hems going over their navels. We wondered if this was natural for De land or was some kind of theme. Then thirteen guys dressed as greasers walked in and it was confirmed that De land was trapped in the 50's. I payed the bill after downing five fish tacos and it was off the the club.
The room was great and people showed up ready to laugh. There was also free beer for the comics. Fish tacos and beer! Life was awesome. It was a shame we couldn't get anyone good to be in the emcee spot. This guy named Clayton handled the honors instead. After several minutes of meandering nonsense it was my time but Clayton blanked on my name. He had to pull out his piece of paper and read my name aloud. Luckily the crowd and I got along splendidly off the bat. I poured out seven minutes of material and it was amazing. They were eating up my punchlines like candy. I felt like the ring leader of a circus. I walked off the stage swishing around fish tacos and beer in my belly. The crowd had made me impervious to my evident illness that night.
JC murdered his headlining set. People walked up to compliment him afterwards and a few even stopped to tell me they loved me. Especially one woman who asked if I had any merchandise. I'll come prepared next time, Miss D. I don't want to let you down. Some audience members invited us out to a bar. They payed for all our drinks and they were great to kick it with. I took a moment for myself and realized that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. I had found myself.
Later, JC and I got back to the house at three in the morning completely hammered. We were on the way to our respective rooms when we noticed to rocking chair was moving. We each swore to the other that we hadn't touched it. Then the bath water turned on by itself. It was decided that we would sleep in the same room that night for protection. We went to move his mattress into my room when the door slammed shut behind us. JC screamed like a lady and it took a few attempts to open the door up. We passed out in my room and somehow survived until morning.
So what does it mean to be a road comic? To me it means haunted houses and all you can eat fish tacos. I recommend you all try it sometime. It beats the shit out of backpacking through Europe.
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