A 2x4 sorta show

Last night's spur-of-the-moment performance at an open mic (which shall remain nameless for the non) wasn't a success. But to be fair, it wasn't a complete, flaming disaster, either. Am not entirely certain why.

Was it the comedy-unfriendly atmosphere? (First, it was a Sunday night; second, a 40th birthday party had been going on for hours before the show; and lastly, a small Irish music band had been performing just before the show was to begin.) Was it the audience? (Who didn't laugh at material that elicited laughs from most crowds--and it wasn't just my "solid" material, but other comics' gold as well.)

Whatever--it wasn't a debacle, but it sure didn't set me up to feel all confident for Thursday night's show in Manchester. But then, a little humility before a show isn't necessarily a bad thing. One thing: I have noticed that I feel just stunned after a show like that, hence the 2x4 reference above--i.e., do a so-so show = 2x4 to the noggin'. Don't know what that's about, but it's good to be aware of, I suppose....

The good news is that my friend Jennifer Myszkowski also performed last night, and we did what we usually do after a so-so occasion of The Comedy, we had ice cream. Problem is, we went to a Friendly's that was anything but. Okay, the young man (yes, I'm old enough to say this--believe me, it hurts me more than it hurts you) who served us was a gem, but the rest of the place was a disaster. Worse, the manager of the store kept muttering under her breath about how she wished she were home and that she should lock the doors and make the customers help her clean up the night's debris. (Tip: Time for a career change, doll--the customer service impulse you so desperately need in the restaurant business has left your building!)

After much unnecessary back and forth with the kitchen (Jennifer found it impossible to get hot coffee--apparently, one can only expect cold and lukewarm coffee after 10:00), we were served our ice cream delights, and delightful they were. (But really--how could one mess up a caramel-nut sundae?)

So, the night was saved, and The Comedy is still a-okay by me. (You may want to talk to me again after Thursday's show.)

On other fronts, it seems I am not the only person musing about the existence of a homosexual agenda--in fact, there is an entire newspaper story devoted to the topic, "Gay Agenda Revealed Here for the First Time!" and I think it makes for fairly compelling reading. Apparently, I have had a homosexual agenda all along--every day, in fact. Here's a sampling of today's:

1. 7:00 a.m. try to get up.
2. Get up again at 9:10.
3. 9:30 a.m. Make coffee.
4. 10:00 a.m. Eat breakfast with Linda.
5. 11:30 a.m. Walk dogs with Linda.
6. 1:00 p.m. Go to CVS and buy bins to store old business books in (guess who's office is being painted soon?).
7. 1:30 p.m. Come home with bins. Shine shoes instead of filling bins.
8. 2:30 p.m. Read office e-mail.
9. 2:35 p.m. Respond to office e-mail.
10. 3:00 - ? Watch Canada win women's hockey Gold (poor Sweden).
11. 4:00 p.m. Get on Internet.
12. 4:58 p.m. Have trouble getting off Internet.

Bye!