The No-Sunshine State One weekend I was performing in Fort Lauderdale for the first time, and I was looking forward to some serious sunshine and poolside time during the day. It was March and it was Florida . . . hello, sun! It rained the entire time. The comedy club there is part of a complex set way off by itself. There are restaurants and a casino, but once you’re there, you’re there. And if it’s raining, you’re fucked. Due to the rain, “pool” time quickly turned into “sit in my room” time. It easily could’ve turned into “play blackjack in the casino” time, but gambling during the day makes me feel like a degenerate. Unless of course I’m in Vegas, in which case all bets are off (or on). The shows were pretty rowdy; in fact, one night a girl in the audience was so obnoxious she ended up getting kicked out. In the process, she also punched the bouncer in the face.
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