Joking in the Rain

Since January of this year, I've been frequenting the mics around Denver more and more, and I feel like I've started to make some kind of progress within the comedy community, but just as I feel like I'm getting a solid grip on things should work, I find a new curveball. This Wednesday was the first time I did comedy outdoors, which is already kind of a struggle for comedy as sound dissipates quickly and it's harder to maintain that level of energy and laughter.

The Watering Bowl is a DOG-BAR, meaning you can enjoy some cold beers while petting some furry ears. The mic is set up outside, so you can see all the mutts sniffin' butts in basically a puppy-conga line. It's distracting, to say the least. The host of the mic, Sunny, was really warm and welcoming. I asked for the list and was immediately treated to a beer on the house and a certificate for a pizza, which already felt like above and beyond. I should preface this story with the fact that I had an absolute blast at this mic, just for the experience alone. 

Most mics have a base 5 minute set limit with a warning light at 4 minutes, but this mic did not. The previous comics went at least 10-15 and slowly pattered out until they were finished. Some didn't even tell jokes at all and just described their dog, which- comedy is for everybody and that's great, but it's frustrating to see the guy before you only do this cause he lost his fraternity's fantasy league and has to torture you with 15 minutes of garbage into a microphone.

So up he goes, it's horrible, but his flock of minions are eating it up and on top of that, it starts to sprinkle.  Throughout his set, I'm slowly losing the will to live, let alone even go up on this mic, but I came all the way here and should see what's what. By the time he was done, he and his mob of people leave, and the rain had started in full. Sunny is tearing things down and covering the electronics... She's debating about calling it, and I said she could, still being timid, but she announces "we have one more comic, Ty Sells!"

In that split second,I couldn't even think. I just did it.

Leading all the way up to it, I didn't want to, but something inside me said if you can't tell some stupid jokes in the rain, you'll never amount to anything great. So despite the downpour driving away most of the audience, I still did it. It was uncomfortable, and felt silly, but it went surprisingly well.

I gave as much as I could to a total of about 6 people willing to stick out the wetness, and I didn't do half bad. I forgot to record my set but I'm just glad I remembered so many of my jokes. Out of the comics I had seen there, I was got more decent laughs from less people, and I know it's silly to brag about something as small as this, but I'm proud of myself for just doing it anyway. This was one of the least ideal circumstances I could have imagined and I did better than I expected. I think the lesson here is that I can't predict how things will go before my set, so I should go into it with an open mind and hope for the best.

In all honesty, that set might have gone better than a most I've done, so maybe rain makes my jokes better.

Ty Sells