Well, That Happened

At the first show last night, I forgot to take up a copy of my DVD so I could shill it. I remembered after the first show, though, and so I grabbed a copy of it so I could make sure to take it with me. Can't forget to offer copies for sale so that no one buys them and I leave just as poor as I arrived!

Hilariously, not one single person showed up, so the second show was cancelled. What's that sound? Things getting Daryl in here.

Plans and Stuff

So, I have a comedy show Saturday. Actually, it's two shows (8pm and 10pm) a few hours away in Illinois. There is no hotel room. So after leaving the gig around midnight or so, I'm driving home. And my wife has decided we need to go furniture shopping early on Sunday (you know, instead of football).

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "But Daryl, how will this affect the Parliamentary elections coming up in Romania?" To which I say, "It won't, but just imagine the look on the opposition leader's face when I drive up in a brand new Ford Festiva!"

That's when I realize I might need to get my furnace checked for a carbon monoxide leak.

The point is, I have a gig tomorrow. It's very exciting.

I just hope I can manage to not sell any DVDs so that I barely break even.

If you're in Bloomington, IL tomorrow, be sure and stop by the Treehouse Lounge. You'll be glad you did.

Do Over

Hello, world (and most specifically the 5 of you reading this). Good to be back. As you all know, I am freaking hilarious. If you don't believe me, just read some of my earlier blog posts. Mark Wahlberg quotes? Comedy gold! And as you probably also know, I am an award-winning comedian - that's right, I won the Funniest Person in Iowa contest (back in 1999 when that award still meant something). Many of you also know I'm a brilliant comic actor. You need evidence, you say?

Gut-splittingly hilarious, right? (Oh, by the way, I'm the fat guy eating the cake).

Sadly, as 2002 became 2003 and then 2004, I let comedy fall by the wayside. I decided to film a full-length feature movie and focus on my real estate career. Predictably, the film was crap and the real estate market collapsed in on itself like so many quantum singularities. As time passed, I heard the siren call of a life I'd let slip away. More and more I found myself longing to return to my first true love - stand-up comedy. The purest of arts, comedy pits one man against the world. Do well, and you are a god. Suck, and that's too bad amigo, you've got 30 minutes to go - and if you're lucky you'll still get paid. Through the lens of time, the horribly long drives through blizzards seemed serene; the bad motels, palatial. Many of the small, dive-y bars I've performed in could use a good coat of fire, but in my maudlin reverie, they seemed so many Shang-ri-las.

The point is, I'm Daryl, and no bad idea is bad enough to avoid. So, it's time for a stand-up comedy comeback! And this time I can't fail! I'm older, fatter, and now I have a sports coat. This blog will tell the tale, and you will be my witnesses. Buckle up, kids. It's about to get Daryl in here.