Dia-beetus and wine

Last week, I headed to the south to play the Stardome in Birmingham, Alabama and the Vaudeville Cafe in Chattanooga, Tennessee.  I had the pleasure of working with the hilarious, Alex Ortiz, all weekend.

When I first arrived in Birmingham, I was delighted to see this:

Out of all of the hotels I've stayed in, this one had by far the fanciest shampoo (and cruelty-free too).

On-stage at the Stardome, which is an absolutely gorgeous club that seats around 400 people (and get this, it was SOLD-OUT on a Thursday). 

During the day, I enjoyed the 60-degree-weather, and I also had the pleasure of hearing a real, live person pronounce dia-beetus the way Wilford Brimley does.   His conversation with the cashier went a little something like this:

Cashier (noticing that the man is buying 6 large tubs of ice cream):  Oooh, somebody's having some ice cream today, huh?
Man:  Uh-huh.  My doctor says it's good for my dia-beetus, so I'm stocking up.
Cashier (confused):  Oh yeah?  It doesn't have any sugar?
Man (in a tone that implies him saying "duh"): Oh no, it has 21 grams per serving, but it's low-fat, so it's good for me.

Me:  And I here I was thinking the secret to good health was kale and working out, when it turns out, it's been Haagen-Dazs the entire time.  Well, color me enlightened.

After three shows at the Stardome, I headed up to Chattanooga.

The hotel pool.  Anyone up for a swim in beautiful, crystal clear water?

My Friday show marked the first time I've ever been paid for merch in wine. 

Wait, so you're not supposed to drink it straight from the bottle?

That's me with Alex, Viet Huynh and Mike Haun. 

Of course, no trip would be complete without a late night trip to Taco Bell.  I'm sure we've all heard the joke "if cops want to catch drunks, they should park outside of Taco Bell at 2 am."  Apparently, Chattanooga has implemented this strategy.