All in a day's work...

I receive a call from the local comedy club to do a set the same evening. I am tired from a show the previous evening where I had a lot of fun and could not fall asleep for the longest time. I still agree to the show since I don't want to turn down a gig at this baby-step of my comedy career.

The show kicks off to a total of 8 audience members who are friends with one of the comics. One of the guys is drunk and it is obvious he will talk the entire evening and interrupt jokes. The host tolerates him and then it's my turn. After a couple of interruptions, I tell him "Shut up Drew!" That shuts him up and kills whatever little laughter the 8 were generating. So I cajole him back into talking. The rest of my set is about bantering back and forth with Drew. Drew is a construction worker. Drew is chewing on chicken and drinking.

In the meantime the club-owner is fuming. It is hard to know if he is fuming at the audience, at me, or just his running a comedy club. I am thankful to get off the stage.

Walking out of the club, I hear Drew calling the next comic "cabbage patch." I am not sure what that means, but I don't wait to find out.

It's all in a day's work.