Normally when people think of Arctic cold, they don't think of Austin, Texas. They weren't at our show the other night. It was very cold, which wouldn't have mattered, except that the show was outside. An outside comedy show in freezing rain is not normally my idea of a good time, but I have to say, the audience was superb. First of all, they showed up, for which they get a big gold star. Then they had the decency to laugh at the jokes, and as far as I know, nobody died from hypothermia. There was at one girl in the crowd who was certainly in danger of dying from alcohol poisoning, as evidence by her drunken slurring from the front of the stage any time either Michael Showalter or I said anything. Was it annoying? Yeah, it was. Did I ask her to shut up? I did. Did she shut up? No, she did not. Finally, as a last resort, I brought her up on stage with me to discuss why she felt the need to flap her big drunken lips. The audience was very upset with her, and it was all I could do to keep them from tearing her limb from limb. How did I treat her? With love. And guess what? It worked. She went back into the audience, never to be heard from again. I felt like Gandhi overthrowing the Colonial British. Maybe it wasn't quite as dramatic as that, and I did not need to endure a lengthy hunger strike to achieve my goal, but it definitely showed the power of non-violent protest. Later in the night, I heard that girl was savagely beaten, but I had nothing to do with it. Austin, you're a great town and thanks so much for showing up in the miserable weather to come see us.
Here's a picture of the club: