Kent, WA last night. Good people. Bad moment.
Last night was no exception to the rule that "Bar gigs" are very different than "Club gigs". Something about the combination of beer sweat and neon has a chemical effect on the human mind, turning all irony and subtlty into "brain-fire". Thus rendering the person confused and ultimately angry. Bad environment for humor.
I ended up doing an hour plus but never really overcame the obligatory drunk group of 5-9 wasted people in the center of the room "helping out!" I let them take my power to some degree and for that I am sorry but I did do well anyway.
I even got my point across to the classic female Seattle area comedy goer that nodded "No" to every punchline that she laughed at. I can at least take solace in the fact that her neck was killing her this morning, probably more than the day after she watched "The Hangover". Whenever I play Seattle my main objective is to make some necks hurt!
So in the end Everyone came up after and said they loved it but I suppose Chris Brown has heard that a few times from Rhianna. Everyone was actually super nice and I want to go back again... I just remember thinking... "I Kent believe it's not Buttheads."