Last night was the show at the Red Sea. I found out that I'm no longer the doorman, which is kind of good, kind of bad. Now I don't feel so bad cutting out after my set. Jeremy Essig wanted to know about the show Tuesday so I invited him down. As a courtesy I stuck around to watch his set, which was really good even though I saw some of the same material the night before. The bad part (about the show) was sitting through "Silver T" or something like that, who sucked up at least 20 minutes on stage; there might have been a joke in there somewhere, but I probably missed it. That sounds harsh, but that's ok, chances are "T" doesn't own nor know how to operate a computer, so I'm safe. Oh yeah, on my way home last night I got yet another ticket. This one for speeding. 78 in a 60. 2 miles an hour faster and I'd be in jail right now. Anyway, that kind of put a damper on the whole evening, which may explain why I'm 'cranky' right now.
As for my set last night, I'd go with mediocre at best, I was the first comedian up, and I did a bunch of my jokes, tetris finally got the laughs in the right places, so did phonesex. My pharmacy jokes are getting a little better and I did my scavanger hunt joke and threw in a shampoo reference (it's funny because I am bald).
One last thing before I get fired (I'm at work, surprise!) I often mention jokes on this thing (which has been recenly called a 'diary' (I'll get back to that) ), I am not about to write my jokes on here because reading a joke can leave too much room for interpretation and just foul it up. If you want to know what I am talking about, go to a show, they're either free or about 5 bucks. If you let me know in advance and can't afford it, well, I'd offer to pay, but I got this ticket thing...
Finally, it's a blog (short for web log), not a journal, not a diary. I am not some angsty 16 year old girl writing about her secret crushed on coworkers at the Foodland. At least not in THIS blog...