Bouncing around

Sunday I was at the Store. I went up 2nd after the opener, who won the open mic last Monday. He brought a good amount of people. I chatted with them a bit, and then did a few jokes. I felt like I did pretty ok for when I went up. No real problems to report. Got to hang out with a few of the employees after, and that was nice to chat with them for a bit.

Monday I was at the Madhouse for their competition. I felt pretty confident that I would advance against the competition. But I drew number 2, which was almost number 1 but someone showed up last minute to go up first. I really didn't feel very confident with my set and kinda felt I ate shit. At that point I didn't feel good about moving on. A few people said I did well, but who knows if their being truthful or just nice. I just ended up hanging and chatting with some of the comics, not bothering to watch the others. Well as they were announcing the winners I was shocked by the first few names, so I didn't feel real good. They ended up calling my name 2nd to last, so I felt good about that. I assumed I got 2nd, but I was told after that I got first. Kinda cool to feel I did poorly and still get first, but what I was told was quite a bit of votes. As the rounds progress I'm thinking more and more how much it would mean to me to win. I won't forget the feeling of not even placing in the first contest. Left a bad taste in my mouth, esp. as I promoted a lot and that was the first time a lot of people saw me. Many of those never saw me again. It would mean so much, as the other 2 guys that won the big contests are in my opinion the two best in San Diego. So if I could win the 3rd it would me a great deal to me. I think I should make the finals, barring a crazy semi final round where I eat my ass. We'll see. Oh and after a dude chatted with us and bought a few of us a shot. That is the first time that has happened in nearly 3 years, that I can remember.

Tonight I was back at the Store. This was likely one of the worst shows I've seen. The host was this black, young comic that either didn't care about being a good host or was too stupid to realize how awful he was. He messed up pretty much everyone's name, on top of insulting the crowd and comics. He did 2 or more minutes between everyone, it was just a clinic on what not to do when hosting. The comics on the line up were pretty poor as well. It was the epitome of a bringer show. But those L.A. guys are trying to get at all the clubs, and are wearing their welcome. The number of comics is dwindling, and I'd hope they are getting the message they are simply being used. It's sad almost, but if the lunatics can't figure it out, they deserve to be used. The "headliner" was a screaming whacko that claimed to be mexican but had an Italien accent, very weird. Also, the guy from a few months back that told me I was off the show at the Palace, was also on this show. He talked to me when I was trying to avoid him, and asked if I was on the show. To which I replied, no I was working. It still didn't register in his meat head brain, until I told him I worked there. He was kind of shocked and likely thought how much a douche he is.