I had a first this weekend. Saturday night I was stood up for a mic. I was given a show time, venue and told to show up on the 2nd. I showed up to do 15 on a stage I really enjoy at the Voodoo Comedy Playhouse only to be crushed to learn the show I was booked for was nonexistent. I felt like I was stood up for homecoming. My comedy partner Jeremy was given the same info and we both felt kind of shit on. We stayed to see the booked show. As my friends in Ultra Sex Laser did an amazing job, I couldn’t help but be bummed out. The promoter was messaged and I tried to put it out of my mind. The next morning I still hadn’t heard anything and was starting to get mad about the whole thing. When I came in to the studio to do my show prep Sunday morning, I asked some of the veteran comics if that had happened to them before and how they reacted. They really had little to offer. As I prepped for the show, my mood did little to improve. Then I got a text from another comedian to come do a room that night and felt a little better. The radio show starts a little later and I tell my tale of comedic abandonment. My guests agree it blows but encourage me to take a wait and see approach. . Later that night I’m venting to comics at my last minute mic and learn I’m not the only one he’s jerked around. Just as I’m ready to tell this guy off, he hits me up, apologizes and offers me another spot on the proper night. Now I’m torn. What do I do? Forgive and forget? Remember and hold a grudge? I fought the decision for about 30 seconds, Of course I took it. I’m a whore when it comes to mic time. The thought does however occur to me that I will run into things like this in the future. I’m going to assume all comics are not as organized and chalk the whole mess up to a misunderstanding. Yeah, that sounds good.