Sick & Soho

Well everytime I venture out to Soho something terrible happens. Monday was to be no different. Only way that I was getting onstage was to host, so, host it was. Got lost as usual and got there about 15-20 minutes after I wanted to. My main goal whenever I'm hosting an open mic is just to take it easy cause it's on open mic. But out of my need to be cool for everyone I never want to seem like a dick or like I might be ego trippin' over something like that. Needless to say it's pretty easy to upset people and get seen in that light. Not saying that happened, I just had that on my mind when people were approaching me. I know that hosting is necessary but I still don't like it yet. I have trouble being COMMANDING and then expecting the audience to laugh at me a second later. But I guess that will come. I also notice that anytime I host I'm so preoccupied with everything that I'm never funny. ever. It sucked on Monday cause I didn't even look over exactly what new stuff I wanted to try that day. I only remembered one of the things I really wanted to get off my chest, but it did okay compared to the rest of my stuff. Well I guess I might as well say that after this one new comic dashed off the stage I took a bump. I just remember looking up and seeing her gone, then I started to jog. Before I knew it I was bouncing off the ground cause I tripped over the stage. This would be the most laughter I could muster up all night. The crowd didn't seem all there but there were a few that stood out and controlled the place regardless. Chris Doucette being one of them(now the score if 2-1, he knows). I went home that night and came across a rude little McDonald's encounter. I went to the drive through and said hello like 10 times, politely. Then, assuming there was no one there I drove up and saw two cars waiting at the window. So I tried to reverse. I say tried cause I didn't want to scrap my wheels on the curb while I did that, but I failed. So now I was pissed and start yelling like a lunatic at the person in the box. He comes over calmly and asks me if I can wait. I say yeah and then get into a long conversation over how rude it was that he didn't respond and just ignored me. I wanted to write a letter, but I'm too lazy to ever send it. So then I get the food and felt stupid about that all night. I looked but I'm still certain that he cam or spit in our food. Luckily I got the McNuggets so I was safe but part of me cared about my girl's food too. Part of me.
In conclusion, I didn't get to go really anywhere else this week cause I've been having serious allergy problems and wouldn't even be worth watching. But, I might get the chance to head out this weekend and see/maybe participate in some comedy. Ciao babies.