Mitcz.com : Official blog of Rev. Mitcz, the demented devilish comedian from Hollywood, CA.

So, I thought last night (Tuesday) was to be my last comedy performance in California. It went really well, I was happy… rawk on, right?

Well… tonight, I was to go see my fellow comedian-friend Carrie Suttle at some Pool Hall/Sports Bar/Karaoke Bar. Tonight was half-comedy, half-karaoke – it was to be Carrie’s first 15 min. set. So, I was going to support her. Turns out, the club is 21+, so Celina couldn’t come with. I asked Mike if he wanted to go catch some free comedy for about a half-hour, maybe an hour. He knows Carrie, too (we all hang out after our gigs – I’ve had 2 gigs w/Carrie, so it makes sense now, cool?) and decided to come along.

When we get out there, we find his old friend Jessica hangin’ out at the Tat/Piercing shop next-door and we talk w/her for a bit. Then, it’s 9pm, (when the show’s supposed to start) and we head into the bar. I see Carrie and she says she won’t be going on until like 10pm. So, Mike and I got into about 5 games of darts (throughout the night, not all at once) cause we’re all addicted to that shit w/the addition of the new Diamond Dartboard at work.

Then… about 15 mins. to 10, Carrie says the other comedian (there was supposed to be 3 tonight) isn’t gonna show up – and says "want some stage time?". I juggled the idea for a bit, and eventually agreed.

So, instead of just sitting idly by to watch a friend perform, I became the night’s headliner. It was funny before I got up there b/c they were setting up everyone’s intros. I thought "okay, I’m Rev. Mitcz who’s played at places like the Irvine Improv and the locally-famous Berubian’s theatre". I think that’s still kinda building it up more than need-be. But Carrie goes nuts, and says "No… you’re Rev. Mitcz who’s played all throughout Orange County and a regular at the improv!". I’m laughing as I write that down. Then she says "…and is going on to play in NY next year". Which I then, in spirit of building bullshit, turn into the finale. The host said the following:

"Next, we’ve got a very funny man. He’s not only played throughout Orange County, is a regular at the Improv, but he’s going on tour throughout Florida and New York — please, give it up for Rev. Mitcz"

As I walk up to the stage, all these drunken people are kinda loudly questioning "Reverend what now??". The host says "Can I get an Amen?" haha… sorry, I’m still laughing.

I went into my usual material, but since I had to fill some extra time – I threw in about a minute or two of completely improvisational comedy. God, that felt good. I need to do that more often.

Anywho.. that was my story. I had a blast, whooped Mike’s ass 3-2 in darts (but, he’d gotten MUCH better shots than me…. kickin’ that bullseye twice a game at the least), headlined the show, and came off stage to a loud applause in a bar that was totally uninterested in the comedy stylings on-stage for most of the night.

*wiggles in glee*
okay, so that was a little gay…
(but, so am I)

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