…so shoot me. It happens to the best of us.
There is a bit I do where I joke about how glamorous it is to be a stand up comedian. This joke is an example of me being facetiously sarcastic. There is not much at all that’s glamorous about it. Yesterday evening was a perfect example of that.
I have never done a Tuesday show and I am quite certain I will never do one again. The show was supposed to start at 8, which usually means around 8:15. It was particularly important that the show start on time yesterday, because I brought my dad and his bedtime is 10 PM on the weekdays. When we arrived they told people to wait in the cafe while they sorted things out. There were about thirty or forty people in and around the cafe, so I was decently pleased with the turnout.
Then the delay got longer and longer. Aournd 8:40 they finally told everyone for the 8 o’clock show to line up to be seated. This is when I found out that only about 8 of the forty people who were waiting were there to see the show I was in. I was so pissed.
As we went into the room where I was performing I quickly saw that the number of comics performing outnumbered the audience members. This is never a good sign. Then the show didn’t even start until 9! I was no longer super excited about performing.
I started to feel a little better when I saw that the crowd was not completely dead. For the first few comedians they were pretty attentive and laughed a bit. They seemed to be into it at least. However with each passing comic before me, they seemed to get a little more tired. The booker did not want to put me up early cause she was afraid that after I went up my four people (half the audience) might leave. As a result I was about the sixth or seventh person up.
The final nail was the person before me. She was really off her game. She literally sucked any little bit of energy that was in the room right out. After her final awkward joke, and the host fucking my name up, it was my time to shine!
As I walked up to the stage I was literally thinking the whole time, “Fuck this host, fuck this place, fuck this crowd, fuck this night!” The result was a less than thrilling performance. I didn’t bomb by any means. I got a few laughs, but no belly laughs or anything. It was just okay. Which, by the standards I’ve set for myself, is not okay.
Eh, oh well. I am very excited about Friday. The only good thing that came out of yesterday’s suckfest is that the booker invited me to do a show on Friday to make up for it. So now I am doing two shows on Friday. Can’t wait!