The fall of Marcus? Over-dramatic much? It's Friday and I'm just getting around to talking about Wednesday. I switched it up a bit on the way to the Landing, in many ways. One I forgot my cell phone at home, and didn't realize I was waiting at the Metrolink station on North Hanley. Two I stopped at the Metrolink at North Hanley. Three I left my wallet, all forms of plastic currency and identification in my cubicle at work. Four, I was late meeting some college friends at LL. More than a couple people questioned my sanity when I decided to ride the Metrolink to the landing, but considering the 25 dollar ticket I got last week, I figure I'd try it once. I hadn't ridden the ML since about 2001 when I saw the Bloodhound Gang at Mississippi Nights (my first concert ever). Anyway, there was comedy involved (sadly, nothing funny on the Metrolink) so I'll get to that now.
Since there wasn't a crowd, the start time at LL got pushed back even later that usual. I'll risk saying we started at 9:30 (I showed up at 9ish, and it was a while before we started). I was planning on hanging out for a while since my friends Dori and Tim came to see me, so going up early wasn't a huge concern for me. There was a plethora of "new" "comics" there that night, and needless to say, by the time I got up I wasn't in the greatest of moods. Also, I don't think the crowd was entirely interested in the show anymore. I hate blaming stuff on the audience, because seriously there's always something I can do better, but sometimes it's a self-fulfilling prophesy. The crowd looses interest, I get upset (for lack of a better word) that I didn't go up earlier, and I loose my rhythm, stumble over words and end up self destructing on stage. Wednesday marks the second time this week I got frustrated, cursed on stage and muttered to myself on stage about a joke didn't work. That doesn't surprise me, I've pulled the same trick with alcohol, cigarettes and Golden Tee (2001 through 2004). When something doesn't work just right, I give up and intentionally do poorly. I've tried quitting smoking a lot of times, and usually when I slip (or fail, whatever) I'll just end up buying a pack of smokes and smoking them all in a couple of hours. After all, you might as well go all out. My friends that came out didn't think I did badly, but as I've said before, I'm very critical of myself and I see things that others probably don't. In any case, I got a ride to my car from my friend Dori, and so I avoided a late night ride on the Metro. I've still got my return ticket and it doesn't expire until the 31st, so I'll be taking it next Wednesday. Until then, I should concentrate on writing I guess. I'd like to bust out a new "Candy/Costume" joke and try my "Hungry Bum" joke. Sometimes the names I give jokes just make me smile. Othertimes, they're very boring, like "FDVP". That name's not funny at all.