Veni, Vidi, Who Gives a Sh*t

I went to Detroit yesterday and killed (in a comedy set).  Unfortunately there were only about 50 Detroit-ers (what’s is a Detroit resident called, besides out of work – HEY O) in attendance.  It is tough competing with double-digit unemployment and St. Patrick’s Day, but the crowd was pretty good for their numbers.  And now they’ve officially seen the best Obama impression in Detroit.

After the show I did have an opportunity to witness an almost bar fight outside the club, but was just ended with a “I will kick the sh*t out of you if I see you around here again!”  I then had some Taco Bell because it was the only thing not involving a pole or crack that was open.  Once again I was amazed by the incredibly professional manner of the Midwestern fast food employee.  Seriously.  I believe the material emphasis found on the enlightened coasts makes people who work for a living at more menial jobs feel inferior and bitter, as opposed to those who do the same jobs in the middle of the country.  No scientific data here, but it happens enough to me to make me think.

I retired to my Red Roof Inn after the show, whose front desk operated behind bullet proof glass, which prompted my question – “does my door, which is close to the highway, thus facilitating an easy and quick murder/robbery for any potential felons, have bullet proof protection since I have money and valuables as well?”  Fortunately I slept without ending up like Josh Brolin in No Country For Old Men.  I got my $39.99/night money’s worth.

Tonight I get to compete in Round 2 of Comedy March Madness at Caroline’s.  Hooray