I showed up last night at the Bistro at 8:45 per Clayton Champagne's instructions. Apparently I'm the only comic who actually reads the emails he sends out. No worries, though, as there wasn't any actual audience until about 9:45 or so. Clayton MC's as per usual and let me go up. I'm a little disappointed as I worked blue again. I remember punching my Valentine's day joke with a curse word, later Clayton helped me substitute the word "tramp". Anyway, I did about 9 and closed on my Ferrari/Corolla joke, which I usually open with. It was definitely a weird night for comedy; at one point I actually told the audience if they fakes agreeing with me, I'd be done a whole lot sooner. Sadly, that kind of sounds like my love life. And so does this. "I'm done, good night".1
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Footnotes:
1: Dirty? Yes. Graphic? No. Judges? DING!