November 6, 2017 (Monday)

A Long Shot podcast fan (#LoShoPoFa) named Hart was kind enough to come to the show last night with the Sunday Service, and had offered me a place to stay a while back. I crashed at his place, then today we went on a walk around part of Vancouver, out along the water to English Bay within sight of the Pacific Ocean. We walked through Granville Island, which is a hub of shops and stores (and retail establishments), with an upscale indoor market and a Theatersports. The kind of place that exists in any cosmopolitan, metropolitan city worth its salt at this point. Great coffee. We wandered through a marina, lots of people working on their boats, then reached a point where right across the water from us was West Van, and then, slightly beyond that, the North Shore Mountains. The highest peak in the range is less than 6000 feet, but they are very rugged and beautiful and right outside the city, so you can see them from everywhere. Hart told me that you can get on mass transit, head out to the mountains, and be at some recreational ski areas within 45 minutes. It was also, unusually according to Hart, a clear brisk cool sunny day. Vancouver is a beautiful city, and I could kind of see why it is consistently named one of the top five cities to live in (in which to live?) in North America. As with Portland it helps to have somebody who lives there to give you the dope. Also, it totally makes sense somebody would use it as a stand-in for the part of New York where I went to high school. They’re practically identical.

A boat is basically a building that lives on the water.

A boat is basically a building that lives on the water.

A building is just a mountain that lives on land next to a boat.

I am a very old and popular story that may be true...  (photo courtesy of Phil Arsenault)

I am a very old and popular story that may be true...

(photo courtesy of Phil Arsenault)

(Photo courtesy of Phil Arsenault)

(Photo courtesy of Phil Arsenault)

Then that night I headlined a standup show at the Fox Cabaret (the or no the?). Also on the show were two very funny Vancouver comics, Sophie Buddle (@sophiebuddle) and Abdul Aziz (@abdulazizcomedy) It was really fun, but also let’s just say I am not nearly as much of a draw as The Sunday Service. But a couple of #LoShoPoFa came out, and it was great to meet them.  I got to do almost an hour, and some of it worked, and some of it didn’t, and some of it needs work, but that’s why I’m doing this.

The cats at either end are there because the Fox Cabaret used to be a porn theater.  (Photo courtesy of Phil Arsenault)

The cats at either end are there because the Fox Cabaret used to be a porn theater.

(Photo courtesy of Phil Arsenault)

November 2, 2017

The tour begins.

I headed out of Los Angeles this morning in my stuffed Toyota Corolla, knowing there were lots of things I hadn't remembered to pack, and lots of things I hadn't taken care of before I left, but also knowing that it was at the point where it didn't matter anymore. Hit the 5 and headed north for Sacramento. The great Tony Camin had seen my Facebook post about heading to Oregon and asked if I wanted to stop and do a guest set at the Sacramento Punchline, which, yeah! The headliner was Mark Normand, who I'd met years ago and didn't really remember anything about except that I remembered he was funny. And I was right! So, fun show.

Tony Camin: "Childless? How about fun- MORE !"

Tony Camin: "Childless? How about fun-MORE!"

Then I went to Starbucks to grab a coffee for the road. I went to use the bathroom. There were two guys waiting on line (yes, I'm from New York). Both of them went in and neither of them locked the doors. So both doors still said "vacant." Another guy walked up and immediately brushed past me and went to open one of the doors. I told him there was somebody in there, and he started to disagree based on the sign, then he realized that he recognized me as an employee of the Starbucks. "You work here, right?" "No." I recognize you. You are the guy from over there.." "Nope, not me." "Yes." "No." "Well, you look like that guy." OK.

Then I drove a couple more hours and stopped in Redding. A Motel 6 with a very bustly desk clerk. Seems like not a lot to do as a desk clerk, but that's not how she looked at it. "Are you okay staying on the freeway side?" "I guess... I mean-" "THat's all I have so you better be okay with it." I guess I am then. 

DIdn't realize til the next day how glad I would be not to charge into the Mt. Shasta National Forest at midnight, where Interstate 5 turns into The Cyclone in Coney Island. Glad I didn't do that at night.