Upon entering the parking lot of the establishment, he noticed vehicles occupying each space. Slowly he drove in the gently lit lot being sure to not miss a potential spot. A vehicle’s headlights turned-on ahead of our author; and proceeded to exit. Feeling lucky, our author backed Wilma’s big sexy ass into the newly open space.
Upon exiting Wilma’s cab on the ground was a penny. Feeling more lucky our author continued on his journey to culture. The comedy club is above a restaurant, a hotel is attached to the restaurant/club. The author walked along the hotel, rounded the turn for the entrance of the restaurant/club, entered the foyer with advertisements for the club, passed the foyer to the host who directed the author behind the podium and to the stairs on the right. At the bottom of the stairs to the left was a red velvet curtain, behind the curtain was storage space.
At the top of the steps in the doorway to the right were two men, one tall and big, the other small and scrawny. The big guy asked if the author had a reservation. Of course our author didn’t make a reservation. The big guy said he has seating for the author for $30. Of course our author didn’t have $30.
Instead of admitting to not having the money, the author offered the penny he found.
The little guy laughed out loud.
Our author asked how he could get on stage.
The big guy said the author had to be funny.
Protesting, the author affirmed to the big guy that the little guy laughed out loud.
Now the small and scrawny guy spoke, “Making one guy laugh and a room full of strangers laugh are totally different.”
The author asked if the club had an amateur night.
The little guy affirmed the club has an open stage from time to time and to check the website for specifics.
The author explained and declared the site was a bit archaic and difficult to navigate.
The little guy laughed out loud.
The little guy asks some background of the author’s experience and what he does during the day. The author has some experience at open mics and is working on working during the day.
Interrupting these gentlemen and our author came two voluptuous ladies giddily bouncing and swaying up the steps. Our author stepped aside for the ladies to check-in their reservations.
After the ladies checked-in the big guy asks if the author has the $30.
Our author said, “No.”
The little guy laughed out loud again; recalled the author’s day job and concluded the author simply came to explore the culture.
Thanking the little guy, the author asked for his name.
“Andy.”
Epilogue
The author thought he remembered that name from the website. Exploring the website later the author discovered he will be away for the next open stage and Andy is the club owner.
