Let’s start hot: I’m coming back home to do stand-up in Richmond, Virginia for the first time…it’s at the Funny Bone May 9-12, and I figured I’d get that out of the way before all the people that helped raise me read about what a ne’er-do-well I’ve become this weekend in Detroit.
Streaks were meant to be broken, and my record of 6 years without being at a strip club came to an end last night…I’m in Detroit, so I figured it was either look at naked chicks or get involved in a rap battle. I actually was with some locals and rationalized that I would go to enjoy the great 80′s rock. (Going to a strip club for the music is like opening Penthouse for the movie reviews) Needless to say, the evening ended this morning the way it should: intoxicated, broke, and with a Taco Bell Big Box. Because success tastes like Cool Ranch Doritos.
Hitting the road hard five out of the next six weeks, heading to places like Denver, Virginia and Orlando…if you’re a stripper there then you’re out of luck. I’m back to hibernating for another six years. (You know, after this weekend…)