I'm in Appleton, Wisconsin right now. It's Thursday about noon and I'm writing on an Apple laptop. It's nice. And not mine. The laptop belings to Kjell Bjorgen (pronounced "Chell be your gen" (the 'G' is "hard"). Last nights show (which featured Mario "Rio" Hamhill) was pretty weird. The crowd was kind of touchy, and I was very preoccupied with getting all the announcements out: there were a lot of announcements. I went to the audience at the beginning of my set, but they didn't really give up too much information.
me: it's your birthday? How old are you?
birthday person: X years old.
me: you get anything good for your birthday?
birthday person: no.
me: wow, your friends suck. How about you? How old are you?
birthday person: X years old.
me: you get anything good for your birthday?
birthday person: no.
me: ok... uh next!
I didn't watch the show very much as I was studying my notes and talking to Mike Prell (a local comic and bouncer at the Skyline). What parts of their set I did catch were pretty funny.
After the show, the three of us hit a couple different clubs (Hill Creek and the Fire Alarm) and stayed out pretty late, and we had a pretty cool time and likely we're in for a late night tonight. This is my first experience in a condo and really spending time with the comics with whom I am working and I was nervous, because I've heard some bad stories from other comics about how they didn't get along with the people they stayed with.