Proctor, WV

From L-R (Some guy at the show with one of my T-shirts, Tony the Booker (sounds like a mob name) Caroline Picard (the other comic), Todd (runs the club and hosted the show) and Me. You can tell what gentleman we all are as we put the woman in the back of the picture.

First thing I noticed about this picture is "My God, I'm getting fat" Need to do something about that. Guess I'll work on that once I finish this twinkie.

Anyways, Caroline and I had a blast with the crowd in Proctor, WV. I swear on my GPS software no matter how much I zoomed in only one road showed up.

Before the show I called from the hotel (which charged me $5 to switch to a non-smoking room) and ask them the street name so I can put it in my GPS. The reply, "Well, we really don't have street names, just make a left as soon as the two way highway begins."

Now normally with my GPS I can find any gig out there. It's a good thing Tony came to the hotel and we followed him. I swear it looks like he was turning into a place that wasn't meant to be turned into. Then we went under what they called the "trestle". I thought it was about the size of a healthy sewer pipe.

Well, once we actually found the place this crowd rocked! Sometimes I prefer working in these small towns because they seem to appreciate comedy more since it's something they may only get to go to once a month.

I got a good laugh out of Todd before the show started. In the kitchen there was pretty decent sized wooden cross that they were getting refinished and I said. "Hopefully you guys won't be burning that after the show!"