I went home last weekend to Chicago to see the family, and as I mentioned in my earlier post, I got a featured standup spot in the city. We drove down to the North Side, ate at an amazing Japanese place called Grande Noodles (yes, I know grande is spanish)… I had roast duck and steamed rice with some teriyaki pork… yum yum yum delicious.
Got to the show at the Pressure Cafe. Pretty small, about 40 people. Whatever, it’s what I expected. I did my set and did really well. I got home and there was an email waiting for me:
“Saw you tonight, you were funny so I decided to track you down. Come back to Chicago soon! – Breanne”
How flattering! My first non-Denver gig, and I’ve got a girl from the audience looking me up so she can contact me. Felt amazing to get that email… I know standup is for me. Thanks, Breanne.
Tuesday night, I finally got off the wait list and secured myself a 2-minute spot at ComedyWorks in downtown Denver. I went, I paced, I conquered. Best crowd I’ve ever played for – it was really an odd and refreshing feeling to have the audience care and pay attention while I’m on stage. I’ve only performed at bars where people are there to drink, and you happen to be telling jokes. I had to cut some of my joke short because I only had 2 minutes and had to keep waiting for the laughter to die down. Amazing feeling. I can’t wait to go back. After ComedyWorks, I went to the Squire with my boys Kyle and Smiff, did some new material, and killed there too. Damn you standup, you’ve got me in your loving clutches and I can’t get away.
The next morning, I was skating to work as I always do, and I was coming up behind a line of people. I went around them and the guy furthest on the right was on a Blackberry. I said “On your right, buddy”, but instead of moving away, he moved TO the right and we crashed. I hit the sidewalk and scraped up my face and knee. Awesome. Fortunately, the wounds aren’t too bad and the scrape is right along my cheekbone, so I kind of look like the action hero near the end of the movie where he’s all beaten up because he just took out 40 terrorists or whatever. Watch out Jack Bauer… I’m gunning for the title of “most badass dude ever”. Somebody get me a silenced pistol.
I want to give a massive shoutout to B, aka Brittni, aka Brit, aka Peytah (for when she answers the phone), for patching me up when I got to the Oxford Hotel front desk. All your years of cleaning your own injuries after smacking into the rocks from an off-balance dive in a gorilla suit at Casa Bonita have paid off. You’re a sweetheart and a top-notch doctor. I got some alcohol cleany wipey pads, some gauze, medical tape, antibiotic ointment, everything a boy needs. All behind the front desk of a 5-star hotel. Also, a thank-you to D for sewing the buttons back on my shirt. Happy last day of work.
Now give Brit 4 stars.