So for those of you who missed it last night (thankfully all of you), I've been doing a practice set at Sandrini's open mics for the last couple weeks.  They had gone over pretty well, but last night was not one of those 'pretty well' nights. 

After leaving work a bit stressed from my back hurting all night while we were getting hit relentlessly with customers, I went down to the bar to do my last practice run before the show Saturday.  Apparently when I get there though, there are actually people there this time, which has not been the case the past couple of weeks, and this time Chrisanova was back hosting. He seems like a good guy, don't get me wrong, but somebody can definitely help set the stage for a bad show just by the way they introduce you.

I ask him if there is a spot open, he asks what I'm doing, I say "I'm doing a stand-up set", and then I get a look from him like I showed up in a Harry Potter get-up at a Star Wars premiere.  But since I had done it the past two weeks while he wasn't there, he said he'd let me go on.  Which works for me.

But then by the time I actually get on, I've had a few more drinks, which does not help memory: case study Me.  And after you get asked through a supressed grimmace how long your set is, and then your intro is "Well, we don't normally do this, this is usually reserved for musicians, but here's Chase", which feels a bit like someone saying "Why did you have to bring My Chemical Romance to my Metallica party?"  but they are still trying to be accomodating.  It just doesn't make for a very good vibe in the room.  But after awkward pauses, feeling like I have to rush through my material, feeling like if I move around on stage I'd trip over the chords and chairs (and a few good chuckles), I finished up and got out.  

Now my point is:  there is really no point, it was just lame.