D'oh

Last night at the Funny Bone, I had a couple co-workers show up to watch, and one brought some friends, which was cool. I went up 8th or so, and I was moving the microphone to the right-rear side of the stage and I remember something getting caught in my throat. It might have been some soda/spit/mucas or just nerves, but I panicked for about a half a second thinking I wouldn't be able to launch into my set. I swallowed, dislodged whatever was there and by the time I was facing the microphone I was ready. I haven't gotten a chance to listen to my entire set, but I really feel I started out with a "commanding" presence. I really like the way Greg Warren works on stage, he doesn't always have a lot of physical movements, but when he speaks as Greg (instead of one of his relatives/characters) he speaks with authority. I started out (I like to think) like that; I did my new Ferrari joke, which I think I can actually expand a bit on, and went into my usual dating material. However, my Lottery Ticket joke didn't hit at all, so I didn't want to close there, so I did my old closer (the Blackest name joke). Only, when I delivered the punch, I said "the whitest thing about me..." instead of "the blackest thing about me..." so that didn't hit either. I didn't even notice until Gabriel Kea mentioned it to me. Oh well. On a side note, this scene from The Simpsons popped into my head.

Lisa:

...it is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than open your mouth and remove all doubt.

Homer's brain:

What does that mean? Better say something or they'll think you're stupid.

Homer:

Takes one to know one.

Homer's brain:

Swish!

For any Simpsons fans out there, I lifted that quote from here.