Rollercoaster week to the max

Sunday was the Store, both work and perform. After week after week of going on 2nd or 3rd, I end up going up late. Normally I'd be happy about this but the opener brought a good amount of the people and it would have been beneficial to go up earlier. I ended up doing ok, just not as great as I could have done going up earlier. I did did a joke that got a good amount of laughs on Friday, and pretty much got nothing on Sunday. Comedy is so weird in that way. Monday was the finals of the contest. I was expecting a good amount of people but no one could have guessed it would have been that packed. There was 180 people, on top of them turning down 50 more people at the door. The show got started around 830. The dude that went up first was forced to as he showed up late. I didn't really watch his set but he's a hacky black comic to the max. He wears a shirt that says P Man, and closes with "I'm P Man god damn it." Great. And of course I draw number 2, because I run awful in life. Well I was somewhat nervousish before I went on, but just wanted to get it over with. I wasn't expecting much. But I opened pretty strong and that momentum built throughout. I had one of the best sets I can recall having. Every joke hit pretty hard. I was feeling I had a legitimate shot. I went outside, feeling pretty happy. I was buying drinks and just trying to enjoy the rest of the night, knowing I did the best I could. It was one of the few times I can remember not wanting to get off stage. I did only 6 or so jokes in the 10 minutes. I wasn't even able to do the end of my last joke due to the fact I was going over time. I guess they announced, while I was outside, before the show, that comics would get the light flashed at 10 minutes, and cut off at 10:15. I took this pretty seriously. As I watched the rest of the show, and even taped a few people I noticed they went wayyyyy over time. And those same people got 2nd and 3rd respectively. I ended up getting 4th. Not bad with the fact I didn't bring anyone, but if I would have went up later, and they stuck to the rules, who knows what could have happened. I was bummed, then angry, now I just like "whatever." The worst part of 4th, is there was no pay. 1st was $1000, 2nd was $300, and 3rd was $200. The money or the title really meant nothing to me. It's more gaining the respect of the comedian community. I don't know why I care, but for some reason I'd like to be able to turn down more shows. Tuesday was working at the Store. It was a strange show. It was a talk show style show, with a band on the stage and the host held interviews, and did a few characters. It was a very small crowd, 15 or so. The guy was really nice, but not sure how the show would have gone in a full crowd environment. After the show I recorded the podcast with Rene. I think it was somewhat interesting. Tuesday night/ Wednesday morning I emailed my set from Monday to a few agents. Actually 2 of them responded. One asked what cruise lines I had done, to which I said none. The other asked for other credits and videos. The first one responded back a few times and asked me to send him a clean video, which of course I don't have. So that is something I will be working on in the next few weeks. It's going to be very difficult to get a good clean tape. The other agent never responded back after I gave him the videos, oh well. I also emailed the Comedy Connection about doing a weekend in the summer, he said they were booked. He said maybe I could do a Thursday, and said I said "fuck," too much. I actually was told by a comic a few days back that I said it a lot that night too. I reviewed the tape and I truly did. I will be conscious of that in the future. Wednesday was the finals at Winston's. I wasn't sure how the turn out would be. There ended up being about 50 paying customers. I somewhat feel there were more people than that, but that's what the door brought in. We were to pay the winner $300, and the bar picked up the rest of the tab. I'm not going to claim anyone stole from the door, but I somewhat felt there should have been a few more bucks. Anyways the first two comics did very well. They stood out, and for going first and second that is a skill in itself. The person who won ended up winning. This comic somewhat reminds me of myself. He kinda stays to himself and writes a lot of smart, edgy material but is normally passed by. He is nice, and let's hope the win doesn't change him. Thursday was my promoted show at the Store. I was working which was an added stress. We had two newer comics on the show who were very nervous, but brought a good amount of people. They both started off nervous but found a groove and both did well. I was happy with my set. Did 13 different minutes from the last 2 promoted shows. I forgot one joke, and ended somewhat poorly with the last joke, so I choose a different joke to close with. I ended happy with my set. Friday was Winston's. There was a small crowd already there at 6. This can be good and bad. The crowd can get tired towards the end as a 3 hour show is very long. They were very hit or miss and got chatty at times. I managed to get through my set after digging myself somewhat of a hole. I did a mixture of jokes and crowd work and I was pleased with the result. It was in no way great, but like a great boxer I sparred my way to a tie. Saturday I went to brunch with my gf. They had bottomless champagne, which I took full advantage of. We then took a nap, then I headed to the gym, then work. Well, like I said I'd never do again, I drank a little before work. Not much just a shot and a small Club drink. Just enough to make work more tolerable. Well as the night moved on I felt myself getting more tired. The comics were meh. One of the headliners did so many pop culture references. He popped in on Thursday and some audience members made light of the fact he will never appeal to the entire audience. He just talked about a lot of things that aren't totally relate-able. The other comics talked about race and relationships. Literally every joke was about either race, dating, or sex. It's pretty pathetic. Anyways, both shows were filled with drunktards. The second show was even more chatty. I hate having to continually tell people to big quiet. The bouncer ended up throwing up a few people. To which the white women said, "I can't believe that (n word) threw us out, we're not even black." Yup, then she said she was a stripper in Vegas. People can be so sweet. Anyways, I was the senior person still working, as it was just Rene and I. For some reason I get more nervous having to close the show over doing my own set. Something about having to recite the words. Anyways I screwed it up. Messed up one of the guys names, and even froze for a second. I couldn't think of what we called the cards people put their emails on. "Ummmm idiot, how bout email cards." I felt bad, that I messed up that guys name. He said something to me after, kinda laughing about it. Not sure he cared, but either way I felt bad, and actually had dreams about it.