Show for the old ghosts

Long weekend this has been. All i did was work but it was a long one. My sickness was making things harder.

This weekend's last show was in an 'old people's house'. You know these places were old people are abandoned in order to not disturb at home? These horrible places were nurses take care of people who shit on their pants and babble garbage waiting for their time to come?

Last week i got a budget request from a woman. She then replies and says she can't afford it; She says she's a hard working woman and has not got the money to pay for my services. I, being the beautiful soul that i am, decided to do it for her anyway.

I've established a new policy. It's called 'The good samaritan Magician' and it consists in me giving (at least) a free show every month. I decide to who i give the show and it's totally arbitrary. This, at first glance, provokes thoughts such as ' aww isn't he lovely? what an unselfish guy'. Nothing further from the truth. One of the reasons why i give is because i know that you get what you give. So i give in order to receive. I'm selfish! :) I'm kinda kidding but you get the point. I also like to do free shows so i can try some stuff and not feel embarrased if i fail :)

Anyway, i get to this place and it was horrible. All the old women in this place. It was like a room full of ghosts.

I did my show and it was a great one! Lots of comedy. I have noticed lately that old people are super comic. There is something in old people that makes them so fucking hilarious. They give a shit about everything and that makes them so funny. This woman, Teresa, was the comeback queen. I would do and or say something and she had a phrase to add. Usually very comic. Everybody including me would laugh and have fun. She was old and ugly and had a teenager boy beard: lonely and separate hairs scattered throughout the face. A rugby match: thirteen on each side. She was killing me with her responses.

One good thing in doing a show in a place like this is you never know what kind of responses your gonna get. Your audience members are old, cranky, crazy and lunatic! I was doing a 3 coins accross and i ask one particular crazy old lady: ' how many coins do i have here lady?' she starts contortioning her face and doing spastic unpredictable hand movements and shouting' FOOOOURR....FOOUUUURRR!!!' hahahaha...man this is great training i tell you.

The lady whose mother was having her birthday party (the one who asked for the budget) could not thank me enough and gave me a letter when i left. I did not read it yet.

Went home soooooooo tired and had a BIG nap.