Wow, so apparently I haven't blogged in a week; well I wasn't on stage Tuesday; And Wednesday I ended up babysitting my godson Jacob and I was too tired afterwards to make it to Laughs. When his mom dropped him off she said "You remember the rules, right?" I said "Of course, no bright lights, don't get him wet, no food after midnight" and she replies "Retard, that's Gremlins" so she put the six year old in charge, but it was cool because he read me a story and totally tucked me in.
Last night I went to the Bistro, where we had a smaller crowd that usual (can you imagine?). I got to host, which was pretty cool because the crowd was actually attentive, and I wanted to try out some new stuff I've not worked out yet and refresh some old stuff that's been shelved for far too long. I had a lot of fun, and Clayton said I am getting better at hosting; he said I used a lot of "I" statements on stage, saying stuff like, "I'm bringing a funny guy up", "They're a friend of mine", "I got this wart from her" and so on. I didn't know that phrases like that can keep you less distanced from the audience. Nikki, Gabe, Stevie P, Kyle, Clayton (of course) a guy I never met named Jeremy Powers, and Matt Wolff were all at the show and it was alot of fun. Since I was hosting I stayed for the entire show. Everyone had really good sets, despite the crowd size. By Clayton's set the crowd had dissolved to one girl at the front table and maybe a dude (The comics were still in their seats, but they don't count). Anyway, some punk kid came in and Clayton as the manager of the bar carded the kid (who at first had no ID, then later tried to use a highschool Senior picture or something, I think he claimed it was a Military ID because there was an American Flag in the picture. I should fact-check that story...). Anyway, eventually we put his staying to a vote, Roman-style. Thumbs-up he got to stay, thumbs down, he had to leave. Almost everyone voted to boot him out, which was funny, until he got mauled by a stray tiger outside the bar.
But the real excitement of my week came home with me Thursday in the form of an iPod. I got the video iPod, 60 gigady! I mean gigabytes. I haven't figured out how to put porn on it, but I will. Can you imagine the party shuffle I'd have then? People would walk up, "Hey man, what do you have there? Is that the PussyCat Dolls?"
Close.
Back to the fact
I'm the mack and I know that
The way I kick the rhymes, some would call me a poet
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