Art Lover

Art Lover                                                   1673

Saturday, September 10, 2005-2:14 A.M.

Well, the weekend at the Geneva Comedy Playhouse is at a close, and I'm back in the relative safety of my lil' grass shack on Cameron Street in Rochester, NY.  Tonight was the show that made up for Thursday and Friday.  We had a women's quoit league in attendance, and they drank like a bunch of lumberjacks.  They were fun, and the audience really enjoyed me when I strayed from my set and became abusive.  I found out that I'm really funny, but I'm getting bored of my written material and it's starting to affect my show.  I need to seriously channel what I want to talk about and get interested in my act again.

Today the wife and I continued our Herculean task of going through years worth of paperwork and trying to shred/file/condense it into a workable body.  I have warranty cards to fill out and send that have stacked up like cordwood...who knew we owned all this crap?  Also, even though they suggest that you should hold on to your tax records for seven years, there's no such moratorium for medical records, and now I have enough medical statements, invoices and doctor-distributed literature on health and wellness to reassemble a tree if I so chose.

Now I have four days off before the little trip to Washington, North Carolina and then Washington, D.C. (two Washingtons in one week....that's some sort of feat, innit?)...I like the D.C. room a lot, the club is right in the hotel, and the little side trip to North Carolina is strictly to make it worth my while to leave the house.  Either gig would be lousy due to the doubling of gas prices in the last year, but together, it works out o.k.  I'm excited to get back in the car and drive for 10+ hours....I love that stuff, and I can't explain to you why.  I flew to Ft. Myers last week, and it was just draining and felt funny, and then this week, I drove back and forth to Geneva, got to sleep in my own bed and be home, and that felt weird, too.  I guess I've just become accustomed to grueling drives and the comfort of a nice hotel room...it's like a reward for a job well done.  And anytime you can drive 600 miles and not die in a flaming fireball, that's a job well done, son.

My buddy Ricky Kingston has started blogging, and he's a sick and twisted individual.  If you want to check him out, go to The Insanity Of Rickey K ...I guarantee you won't be bored.

O.K., I think I'm gonna try to get some actual sleep tonight instead of walking through the apartment dragging chains behind me...that is, after I troll the internet for another hour or so, looking for mentions of my name.

Have a great weekend, y'all.

Ralph Tetta

Rochester, NY