On Tuesday I departed JFK on Jet Blue for a 6 day stint in Chicago. The trip got off to an inauspicious start when the pilot came out to address the passengers in person before the flight. Here is basically what he said:
(grim face) Hey everyone – we’re getting set to take off soon and I need to let you know that it is going to be pretty bumpy up there, not just taking off, but basically the whole way to Chicago. We are passing through a pretty bad storm and the weather in Chicago sucks ass and to the tall fu*k in seat 4B who decided that he would leave his parka at home and just bring a thin jacket because it looked less bulky and would be more comfortable – you are an idiot and you should listen to your mother.”
And the pilot was not lying – the flight was moderate to heavy turbulence for about 100 of the 130 minutes of the flight. As someone who pees a fraction of an ounce every time a plane hits a bump it was a tough flight, but about halfway through I think my system just overcame my brain and said, “you cannot physically sustain this much pussy-ness for the whole two hours so just relax and read your Adam Carolla book (great read by the way – “In Fifty Years We’ll All Be Chicks”).
So I arrived in Chicago with just over 10 hours to spare so I wandered the city, looking like either a terrorist or a homeless person, but I scared no one as much as I did the parents at the 420 pm show of Tangled at the AMC Theater off of Michigan Avenue.
I am a movie buff, some might say I have a “problem,” but those people suck. I also really enjoy animated movies. Some might call me “immature” but those people suck. But it dawned on me that I am not just a “sir” or a “man” or a “sexual deviant” to small children, but to the entire world now. I may look slightly young for 31 (I can pull of 26 to some drunk girls), but I certainly don’t look 19. And the worried looks from the parents who saw a guy the size of an NFL defensive end plop down in front of them wearing 3-D glasses to see a princess with long hair sing about how her life sucks may have been justified. In any case, great movie and for the record – I was masturbating to the hot, evil step mom in Tangled, not to any of the theater patrons.
So after catching pneumonia during the day in Chicago it was finally time for shows. Here’s my review of my performances and the Chicago crowds Tuesday and Wednesday nights:
Packed house. My first joke – a bit about big and tall stores started strongly, but faded quickly. My entire set was a masterwork in getting an audience to laugh and then giving them an opportunity to show what great people they think they are as the “awwwwwww”‘d several of my jokes. I believe a decent amount of the awwwww’s came from women under the age of 27, who anyone knows, are the worst people on Earth. So they let me know that they did not approve of my humor every other joke. I would give myself a B, but the crowd a C-. But weirdly enough, after the show I was getting a lot of enthusiastic praise from most of the people there. Weird. Lots of people took my cards, none were found on the ground outside and one guy even tweeted that people should go see me.
Sidenote – I did not “retweet” this tweet, because I believe people who retweet compliments so their followers can see that someone complimented them are narcissistic, even for Twitter, and should be hit in the face with a shovel repeatedly. Seriously.
Smaller crowd, twice the laughter from Tuesday. This crowd was the opposite of Tuesday – show was amazing and I give myself an A and the crowd an A- (a little chatter from… you guessed it – a table of chicks under 27, stopped them from getting the 4.0). The set went well, I could not even do all the jokes I wanted because there was more laughter than anticipated. Great feeling. And then after the show it all went to sh*t.
Some people were complimenting me – felt good, but then three things occurred that just left me feeling weird and wishing I had gone to teach high school right after college:
- Several people asking me “how tall are you?” after a show. I don’t mind the callback to my joke – it is a nice compliment that you liked or at least re-called one of my jokes. So thank you. But please don’t give me a look like you want me to laugh super hard at a joke I wrote and have told 500 times.
- A woman shook my hand and said, “You were hysterical” so I handed her one of my cards with all my on-line content links on it (they are really nice – shout out to Steve Axworthy of Worthy Concepts Inc.) and she took it, walked two steps and then walked back and said, “To be perfectly honest, I will probably just throw this on the ground outside.” Perfectly honest would be, “Im going to throw this out so don’t waste it.” Being perfectly cu*ty is saying you will throw it on the ground. Even in hypothetical situations you can’t have manners or decency – you both disrespect me and litter in your imagination?
- Last group of people leaving the show were a group of women in their mid 40s to mid 50s. The first 5 said, good job, really funny, etc. Then the last one walks up to me and says nothing about the show. She asks, “have you been tested for (name of disease I cannot remember)?” You have long legs and long arms and are very big and it affects men, like that basketball player who died (not sure who she meant)? You should really be tested for it.” And then she left, without comment on the show.
So I finally ended a show with the will to live restored only to have some lady from Chicago tell me I’m going to die anyway.
Shows and adventures continue tonight at 930pm at Zanies.