Went on a little comedy road trip tonight to Temple, Texas. A new club has opened there and it’s a pretty nice place – decent stage, friendly audience and a manager who really wants to build his business.
Two car pools of local comics set off from CapCity. One driven by Chris, with Jesse, Sean and Dan. And the other with me, Chuck and Natalie. You don’t need to know them. As I was driving I35 and drifting in and out of the conversation, I couldn’t help wondering which carload would be the greater loss if we got pushed off the road by a truck trailer and into the 10 feet high concrete wall which the I35 people like to put up at various points to scare the crap out of me.
Not that I’m wishing or anything, just can’t get the thought out of my head.
Clearly the Chris car would win on pure bodycount, but it would be a pyrrhic victory. And anyway, in joke terms, the combined talent of my car would certainly make up for the single passenger deficit. Not that it’s a competition or anything.
It should also be noted that my car was transporting two wombs. Admittedly only one functioning as a propagator, as mine would repel the merest hint of baby. But still, we’re talking about the future of mankind. Where’s the miracle in a Mexican, an Irishman, a German and a man who refers to himself as Moose travelling together? Other than all fitting into a Honda Civic. And making a pretty good ‘..four guys walk into the bar’ joke.
But again, it’s not a competition and thank goodness we all arrived in Temple quite safely. This time.
However, in the best traditions of Bush and Cheney and the Royal Family, perhaps comedians of our extraordinary calibre should not be travelling together.
Maybe each should be paired with a lesser comic to help soften the blow should catastrophe strike. Soften it literally, if you could fold them into some sort of airbag device and mount them on the dashboard. A sort of comedy hazing.
Genuis.