The Chocolate Buddha comedy tour is in full effect

What in the unholy hell was I thinking when I booked a 12 week tour schedule, I mean 12 weeks I haven't done more that 3 weeks solid since 2008. Well here i am at the half way point and I wish I had booked another 6 weeks behind these. I'm having fun, not only am i having fun I'm enjoying writing about the journey. Right now I'm sitting in a hotel room in Petoskey Mi after a night off and during a show inside a casino lounge Saturday night that can only be described by my minion Jane Haze as "P.Diddy's living room." I have played casinos in Vegas and Atlantic City, and yes even Tunica Ms, but always the Native American casinos surprise me. In vegas and Atlantic City there are always the mob boss wanna be looking dude trying to look hard, didn't think I'd see that here. I was so wrong, apparently every racial makeup has there "goombas". when i got in the casino i was greeted by the native American version of "Big Pussy" from the sopranos. No not a guy wanting to be the character but the actual indian version, on a cell phone with the classic Italian "how you doing" then the firm but supple hand shake of a man who might be in sanitation but has never taken out the trash. Yikes. I like this guy. First thing he does is hands me my check and asks me to sign for it. Now this is a professional. What i didnt like about the place was that it was huge and empty, also i didn't like Paying 12 dollars for a shot of Patron.(hey casino's up here if a comic is getting paid to entertain, don't charge for drinks, at least the first one should be on the house.) The club finally filled right about 5 minutes before Jane Haze went on which was cool. The show itself was just your everyday average show , no bad hecklers no drunk bitches, just a bunch of people who wanted to laugh and recover from losing money on slots and blackjack.

No the real fun began after the show when the same floor i had been standing and running around on for 45 minutes turned into a dance club. People, a dance club in upper northern Michigan. This is the only way i can describe the scene. Take a room full of the most uncoordinated white people and natives, make them zombies and then give those zombies Grand Mal seizures. If the rapture occurs next weekend, like some nut jobs believe these poor bastards will be left off the soul train for an eternity, no Don Cornelius for you. I forget that for some dancing is like karaoke for you legs and feet. I just stood there for about 4 minutes with my mouth gaped open watching these lifeless souls miss the beat repeatedly in unison. i know its cliche to say white people cant dance but it hurt to watch this, one guy looked like he was punching a girl in the chest with his head. Wtf ? Sir that is not the dougie, that's assault. Northern Michigan in May is very odd, it was 42 degrees today, I cant wait to come back.

This week the tour takes Jane and I to two more Indian casinos both smaller than this one, neither has a P.Diddy room I'm sure, then on to Merrilville Indiana. Then back to milwaukee, and Neenah Wi. Not for shows just to hang out with friends and a very funny and very dark soul who has more than peeked my interest, she might be almost as mean as i am. Ill keep you posted.

Oh and for my Memphibians I hope you were all safe during the floods, and Grizzlies much love and great try I did believe.