This weekend I was at the Arlington Drafthouse in Arlington, Virginia to feature for Jay Chandrasekhar (or Jay C as I would have called him if I knew him better and had thought of that funny nickname on the spot instead of on a train two days later), known best as a comedy director and star of the films Super Troopers and Beer Fest, though I was happy to hear that he had also directed several episodes of Arrested Development. I took Amtrak down to DC on Saturday and then ventured to the Metro Pentagon City stop, which was also the location of the mall I always went to during law school when I wanted to spend money I did not have. I hopped a cab to my hotel, the Pentagon City Sheraton, a 4 star hotel according to Hotwire.com, which continued its excellent streak of providing me with criminally low prices for DC Summertime hotel rooms (honestly – I feel like the cheapness of DC area hotels in the Summer could not be any lower even if there was an outbreak of Ebola in the DC area).
When I arrived at my hotel with an almost dead cell phone I realized I had left my cell phone charger at home. So I took the hotel shuttle back to the Pentagon City Mall to purchase a cell phone charger, which quickly put my net earnings from the weekend at a robust -$21.00.
It was then time to head over to the theater. My hotel was literally .9 miles in a straight line from my hotel so I started walking, forgetting that I am 36 lbs heavier than the last time I lived in DC for a Summer. By the time I arrived at the theater I looked like Robert Hayes trying to land the airplane at the end of Airplane! The staff at the club was great and the crowds were some of the best I have performed in front of. And CD sales were surprisingly robust. I saw an older gentleman leaving the theater on Friday night wearing a Williams College hat and I said – “Hey Williams – I am class of 2001.” He then gathered his family around to chat – he was Class of 1964, his son was class of 1996 and his daughter was a vile human being, which I inferred when she said that she had attended Duke. We had a nice chat and then they bought my albums, which made me finally feel like I was benefiting from the Williams College alumni network. After that an older drunk woman sort of sexually harassed me which was made weirder by the fact that her date/boyfriend/lover/husband/benefactor was right there. She actually spent 4 drunken minutes guilting him into buying one of my CDs. It would have been less awkward if he had just paid me $10 to come back to their apartment and have sex with her while he filmed.
The next day was a big day of podcasting. First was recording a mega movie episode of my podcast with Chris Lamberth (goes up tonight/Tuesday morning) and then I headed back to the theater to record back-to-back-podcast episodes with the guys behind the Three Guys On podcast. Then, with 7 hours of my life gone I felt like I had had a busy day of accomplishments, until I realized all I had done was record three podcast episodes. The show was not until 10pm so I had more time to kill so I grabbed dinner with my buddy Ross, whose wedding was chronicled in last week’s blog post. He then revealed a truly shocking pair of opinions to me: he is a huge fan of The Leftovers and hated Guardians of the Galaxy. I asked him when he was joining up with ISIS, since he clearly hates America.
The show was surprisingly packed, sold a few more CDs and then headed back to the hotel. Sadly, my trip back to NYC this morning has been punctuated by a disturbing amount of people in my Acela train car with bare feet up in the air or on their seats. I am so tired of people putting their feet everywhere like the world is their foot rest. Feet, whether covered or not, belong on the floor, unless you are in your own home. And no one wants to see your feet. I have been angry about this and not many people articulate it better than Adam Carolla in his new book President Me. From my perspective it is one of those things that is wrong, but the burden shifts to the complainer if you complain. Like being owed $5. The person should just pay you back, but if you ask for it back too often you will get the “Jeessh, alright – it’s just $5!!!”and YOU end up feeling like an asshole even though they owe you money. Put your shoes on people and keep them on the ground. Other than that, really successful trip to DC. Hope to see some of you people at the DC Improv October 24-26 when I am back (assuming the people at the shows read this blog).