Gigging in Florida

Alright a whole bunch has happened since the last write up, but I'm going to mainly focus on what's up now, aside from a quick catch up. So we got a call the next day in New Orleans that the Saturn needed a new lower and upper coolant hose, new water pump, thermometer, and power steering belt. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone else, but they could have said the car needed some new di-lithium crystals to drive the flux capacitor and my answer would have been the same..."okay." But with a tab of $970, I checked with another shop that said they'd do it for $760. Initially the shop said they wouldn't do it, but when I went to pick up the car, and extremely energetic woman named Terri told me to wait and they ended up matching it. That was a major relief because I didn't have to drive to the other shop and the one with Terri was a short walk from the Hotel. The next day, when Sylvana and I went to pick up the car, we told Terri about our trip and she started to open up about one she would be going on soon. This trip Terri was taking would be different. She told us that her 15 year old son had passed away two years ago, and his heart and lungs had been donated. So she was heading on a trip to visit the people that were saved by her son. It was absolutely beautiful. She even said the woman who had her son's heart was talking about how they'll go out drinking and Terri said "My son's too young to drink." What an amazing outlook.
So the car was fixed, New Orleans is like a Disneyland for drunks, and I made it to Frankie & Johnny's, and ate 2lbs of boiled crawfish, as delicious as I could have ever imagined.
A wedding in Maine, and then back down to St. Pete's Beach in Florida. I've been headlining Coconuts comedy club here at the Tradewinds. So far it been crowds of eight people every night, but surprisingly the shows have been consistently great. Last night I got my first shot (Petrone) sent up to me on stage, and really had all eight of them the whole time. It's actually been a great challenge to headline with such small crowds, and keep them the whole time. Bob, who owns coconuts, came out last night and talked about me coming back for their 25th Anniversary, and also doing some gigs for troops in Honduras or Guantanamo Bay. I didn't think Guantanamo was still open, but I might as well cheer up those poor torturing bastards.
Gotta go do the last show.