I would have typed this blog Friday at work, but apparently I had some major projects to finish by the end of the day. Work is seriously starting to get in the way of comedy, don't they know I have responsibilities? Geez!
At the Forum, Tom Milster told me of a show that Mark Lacer was doing Thursday, and said that if he was feeling under the weather he would need someone perform for him. I gladly accepted and wrote down the name, address and phone number of the place, Captain Jack's Tiki Bar. I called and asked for directions, and some bartender (Mike, I think) gave me the absolute worst directions I've ever heard, which included the phrase "there's no sign, but you need to turn left there". When I got home, I jumped on Google and followed street by street his directions and wound up somewhere over in East Jesus. Anyway, I missed the show, which is disappointing because I wanted stage time and I feel bad for any problems I may have caused by my absence, I don't know how long of a show Lacer said he would deliver...
Anyway, I did wind up home safe and somehow a McDonald's Big N Tasty and two orders of fries found their way into my stomach. MMmmm.
The night is beckoning although I have nowhere to go but home