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Absolute Ottawa, Roasts, Sunday Papers, Hamilton, and Other Time Consumers…

When the week starts, you’re usually able to eye your dayplanner/PDA/collection-of-beer-mats-with-appointments-blurrily-scrawled-on-them and plot out your course for the week like you were slaloming down a hill with élan (meaning ‘grace and ability’, and not the ski brand necessarily…I think mine are Head…no wait…they are Elan. Huh. That’s lucky.)

The past week had me scrambling all over the place and looking for coverage for my absences. With being in Ottawa for spots at Absolute, the prep for the Ottawa Comedy Awards Roast, and finding out the Toronto Star had something to say about me, it’s been a bit cah-razay.

Two Rooms Growing and Worth Knowing

I may just be on to something here. The third night of Comedy Above The Pub appears to be doing okay. A few things here have made me think that we could be getting something right.

Firstly, the bar continues to be supportive, and by “supportive” I mean there’s still cheap booze like Prohibition just got lifted. Apparently $3 goes a long way.

Cheap Beer Helps Out McVeighs, & Comedy On The Curve Approacheth…

So, show number two was upon us and there’s already been a few changes since the first-night fundraiser (made over $120 on just door and donations from comedians and audience members alike for Second Harvest…thanks all!). Well, not that many. We’ve got new bar staff, the drink specials continue, and we’ve got comment cards that offer the chance to win a dinner for four at McVeigh’s. And the food is not bad at all. This is not your deep-fried cheese stick affair. They use words like “reduction” and “confit” from time to time. I too am shocked.

In filed the comics before the show, the room already set up. It’s a pleasant moment when you realize to yourself, “Hey, I don’t have to move furniture before I pull out my Facebook chunk”. Comics both on and not on the show filed in, took seats and took full advantage of what will probably prove to be the larger draw than my attempts at new material or my ability to polish the old stuff: $3.00 domestic bottles and bar rails. What keeps comics coming? A chance at stage time and cheap booze.

I’ll Always Have Chicago, But Now Fewer People Will Starve

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.