The Vancouver Comedy Festival: 09_25_09
This trip was almost a complete and utter disaster. As it turned out, it was just a mild catastrophe. In this video I take you on a magical musical journey though my hotel room.
The Hitler Roast was asked to be a part of the Vancouver Comedy Festival. Immediately I decided the family would come up with me for a mini-vacation. Vancouver in September! Awesome.
After my last performance on Sunday the 20th, I began to feel really sick. My daughter had come home with something after her first week of preschool, so I was pretty sure I had gotten it. I hoped to keep it under wraps until after the festival.
Alas, the cement wave of chest flu hit us like a concrete tsunami. I was scheduled to take Thur and Fri off from work, but I ended up leaving work early Monday and staying home sick Tue and Wednesday. From the job I had only been at for three weeks.
My daughter was a snotty crying mess, I could barely get out of bed, and my wife crumbled Tuesday after staving it off longer than the rest of us. It was basically a sick mucus hell.
I wanted to wait until the last minute to cancel, as we had been looking forward to this trip for months. All the while everyone involved with the show was being stressed-out douches and making me feel bad about it. I ended up canceling Thursday, missing Thursday’s shows, then flying out Friday by myself as my sick wife stayed home with our sick daughter. As I sat in my hotel room coughing and hacking, my wife was having a terrible time feeling really sick herself while taking care of our sick daughter.
All sacrifices we willingly love to make for the glory of the art.
Still, it was pretty awesome when I had enough cough medicine to keep myself dry and hack-free. And to assuage my guilt I went on a shopping spree and got Amanda way too many fancy things from Vancouver’s toniest shopping district.
So everybody won! Especially Mastercard!
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