Last night the first show at the Comedy Cafe started a little late; and so Dan, Carl and I all had our time cut a bit. And by a bit, I mean I had mine cut entirely. So when the show started, I just went up and did announcements; welcome to the show, turn off cell phones, keep the talky-talk down, happy birthday to this lady (at which point some lady in the front was like "we have birthdays too, pay attention to us" (I'm paraphrasing, of course). The lady also had the deepest, raspiest voice I've ever heard. Like Ned in Southpark, only without the mechanical larynx. (An interesting note to the story, the lady ended up being Scott Henry's aunt and she was disruptive during his set too). Anyway, I brought Dan up, and when I went up after his set, I had to announce the Gold Cards (people fill out contact information and someone gets their bar-tab payed for). I also had to announce someone else's birthday, since Chris told me to. So while I was on stage, I goofed off with that announcement a bit. I don't recall how it went exactly, but luckily since I was taping Carl's set so I could make him a DVD, I have it on video. I remember saying something like, "Next time I'm up here, I'll have another birthday to announce, or maybe I'll come up and we can celebrate Christmas three months late". No matter what I said, it was the only laughs I got that show.
The second show was much better, since I got to do some time; I did the same set I did Thursday and no one asked if they could dance on the tables or told me it was their birthday or anything, it was nice. After the show I hung out for a bit, talked to James and then went back to the condo to pack.
This morning I was supposed to catch a train to Chicago and then one to St Louis, but since I forgot about Daylight Savings, I missed my train by 1 minute. Literally, that's what the lady at the counter said. So now I get to wait for the next one, and I'll end up getting into St Louis around 11 tonight and completely missing the Fairview Heights open mic. It reminds me of the line in Dogma where Bartleby says "Your hard-on for smiting has prevented us from negotiating what should be the relatively simple matter of catching or staying on a bus."