The needle is well buried into the red on the Exhaust-O-Meter. Flight back from Florida began as most flights seem to (too damn early for my liking) and had an uneventful connection in Charlotte. I’m sure Charlotte is a great city, if their Cinnabon in the connector lounge is anything to go by.
Landed, got home, shook the sand from the luggage and then got everything ready for the seven-hour-drive-each-way to Columbus, OH with Brian Hope. We had hooked ourselves up with a showcase spot at the Funny Bonef or the club owner who books a dozen clubs in the US. A good man to know, obviously.
Brian went first and did, by his own description, mediocre. Not me saying. His material was as good as ever, but just did not find the audience at all for some reason. We all get crap nights, and usually mine come whenever the words “case” and “show” are in close proximity. Thankfully, the training run in Florida provided me with a 20 minute set that I was comfortable with. Seemed to go well. Got to talk to the Godfather running the show who explained out of the clubs he has, he’s got a full roster already, but I could probably work one of the clubs he’s got in Hartford later in the year. Happy was I. The guy books chaps like Joe Rogan, Jim Gaffigan, Dom Irrera, and Norm MacDonald. Heard of any of them? To get a sniff in their direction is a privilege.