We're in Miami. My first headlining week at Coconuts is over. After three nights with crowds of 8 people, Friday night being a particularly special night, there was Saturday. Saturday the room was sold out, the crowd seem really responsive to the other four acts, but by the time I got on they were pretty drunk. It was much less of comedy act and more of me just trying to ring-lead a bunch of drunks the whole night. I don't mind some heckling, in fact I welcome a little back and forth throughout the show, but this was just a few people so wasted they wouldn't keep their mouth shut. One woman who actually talked to me before the show, mentioning that she didn't want to be made fun of, and was worried because they were in the front row, ended up interrupting my set at least five times yelling "What's your guitar there for?" Literally pounding her elbow on the table yelling "Play your guitar". How a woman could go from not wanting attention to screaming out orders in the front row? Alcohol. And that was one thing I was happy about. Even though I never really got the chance to tell many jokes that night, at least Bob (one of the nicest guys I've ever met) made some money. The show was divided up by three really drunk people who wouldn't stay quiet, and then about eighty in the back who wanted a show, but never really got one. The show basically ended with me telling drunk people to 'shut the fuck up' and everyone cheering. Not exactly the message I'm trying to get across, but some nights are just like that.
We are lucky enough to be staying at my grandmother's place in Miami for the next few days. There's a full kitchen to cook in. After over a month on the road, you can't understand how good that feels.
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