Where peace is not a pie ...Rick's Cafe Americain

I got seven minutes and made sure that I had enough material prepared to fill the time.  I started with Spider-Man, moved on to my doctor’s office routine, a short segment about fertility, my subway/prison routine and then two short jokes about fake conveniences provided by American Express and Orbitz.  Everything went over very well - especially the Spider Man and doctor’s office stuff - until the end.  The response was especially gratifying because I was responsible for only four of the 60+ people in the crowd.

My (intended) last joke of the night, the second half of the Orbitz segment, may as well have been a request for silence for the memory of the fallen in Iraq.  The silence was complete and obvious to everyone.  Brother of Ugarte could not stifle a laugh at my expense; yes, I recognized his laugh.  (I would kill him for that if I weren’t certain that I would have the exact same reaction to someone else’s misfortune.) I made fun of myself and the silence and got a laugh from that.  In golf, that would be considered a sand save.  Up and down in two from the bunker and I exited to a good round of applause.

Then I gave the tape to my mother to watch with her friends and her sister.  At the time I had forgotten the multiple references to oral sex. C’est la vie. She was going to see that set eventually anyway.

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