My headlining stint was a rousing success at Joke Joint in Lilydale, MN (a few miles from St Paul – one of the twin cities, so Lilydale is like the chick that St Paul has sex with when Lilydale thinks it is actually having sex with Indianapolis). Of course on this blog, the phrase “rousing success” is a relative term. It means I had three really excellent shows, one decent one and one that was eh.
Joke Joint is a comedy condo club, meaning that you live in an apartment that the club owns or rents, versus a hotel. But unlike most condos, the Joke Joint one was pretty damn cozy. It features a full kitchen stocked with snacks (and tons of bottles of 5 Hour Energy – in case the headliner is a raging douchebag), a television and DVD player and two bedrooms – one for me and one for soon-to-be dead hookers.
Being a big walker and non-owner of a car I like when accommodations are near eating and shopping areas. Well, the condo was a mere 1.7 miles from a Walmart/Panera Bread/etc. and considering that I once walked 4.1 miles each way in a suburb of Denver to see a movie each day, this was no problem. Except that was Denver in springtime. This was Minnesota in Winter (think Game of Thrones and how terrified those dues are of Winter). Each walk would start with me having a penis and by the time I arrived at Panera Bread I was using the women’s bathroom and removing a finger dead from frost.
I managed to see one movie while in Minnesota. The feature – a woman named Wendy – was given the unenviable task of chauffeuring me to and from the shows each night agreed to bring me along to the movie she was seeing with the two teenage daughters of a friend. Of course this felt like some sort of set up. I thought I was getting Silvio Berlusconi’d. But something far more offensive was to happen. We went to see Hugo.
I was lukewarm on Hugo. On the plus side it was directed by Mr. Eyebrows Martin Scorsese and has been receiving rave reviews. On the downside I had no real fu*king interest in it. But the critical mass was so good that I decided I wanted to see it. Whoops. Here in as concise a fashion as possible is my summary of Hugo:
- Well acted
- Really boring
- Fell asleep boring (literally)
- Nice looking movie
- Takes place in Paris, every actor (both English and American so it was intentional) using British accents
- Too long
- Never cared very much about the characters
- Every revelation of past events that have led our characters to be the way they are fails to deliver as much significance – it is as if JJ Abrams decided to direct a boring family movie (and critics – please stop calling this a family film – no kid, let alone a kid from the ADD 21st century will enjoy this or have the patience for your ode to cinema)
But the point of this whole trip was not to see movies or experience shrinkage on an unprecedented level – it was to do comedy, or as I described it to the crowd to run a Ponzi scheme on myself. And the crowds were really good. The Thursday crowd and the two early Friday/Saturday crowds were great. Enthusiastic, smart and great laughers. The late show Friday was tough and featured a lot of Usain Bolts (this is what I call a person who sprints out of the showroom, for fear that even looking at me may force them to acknowledge my existence or buy a CD). The Saturday late show was tough, but still a net positive. Here is one of my favorite newer bits I dropped on the crowds:
So I managed to sell a few CDs, got a lot of laughs, avoided junk food at the airports (Midway one of the underrated airports in America – can’t beat Potbelly for airport food!), did not get arrested, did not die in a plane crash and immediately sent every penny I made to the credit card, phone and cable companies! Comedy! Thank you to the fellow comics, staff and audiences at Joke Joint.