Like any great trilogy, this third and final installment had its share of desperate moments, but eventually ended in triumph.  Let’s take a look back at the final two nights in Chicago.

Saturday – 3 Crowds Enter, 1 Group of Douchebags Leave

Three shows is a fairly exhausting enterprise and this was no different.  However, in a major surprise, the 9pm show was the worst.  The shows were at 7, 9, 11:15, so the conventional wisdom is the the 7 pm show will be people just starting their evening, coming from an early dinner so they might not be ready for a stand up show.  The 11:15 would be expected to have a bunch of rambunctious drunks and sleepy people, which leaves the 9pm show as the perfect show.  Right time of night, the quickest one to sell out – all things pointed to it being the best.  But it was the worst.

The 7pm and 11:15 pm shows were packed and great.  But the 9pm show seemed to have imported several tourists from the South (this was not true, but given my public opinions of Southern comedy crowds you know this is not a compliment) and most notably had a group of 15 people celebrating a birthday.

This group, which I will call “Jersey Shore 40 Somethings” did not stop talking.  They were having their own show in the back of the room and just kept talking and annoyed at least one of my friends who came to the show.  It was a group that basically consisted of stupid people who still think they are “cool.”  To prove that it was not me, after the show the group of men and women were posing fro drunk photos with a homeless man.  If you are 19 and you did this I’d call you a douchebag, but excuse it to poor youthful decision making.  When you are in your forties and this is how you conduct yourself, you should be driven off a cliff because you are not progressing as a human, nor are you capable of contributing to humankind.  And you also suck as a comedy club audience group.

Sunday – Wherever Two or More Are Gathered in My Name My Jokes Will Be There

Small crowd on Sunday, but they were great.  Of course after the show I complained to my friend that almost no one took my contact cards, doing my best to focus on the negatives, as I sometimes do.  So leaving the club on a sour note I walked down the block after the show was over feeling sorry for myself, but then a woman with her boyfriend walking down the street said, “Hey, I saw you Thursday.  You were awesome!”

So for once, I left a comedy gig on a high note.  Let’s hope the good times continue.

Thanks very much Chicago. It was the pleasure I though it would be.