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Friday, November 27, 2009 
Dear friends,

If you’re like me, you do all your Christmas shopping on December 24th at Target. I surprise loved ones with zesters, 12 packs of Fanta, and large bags of Funyons, made with no artificial flavors or colors.

Or maybe you’re not like me. Maybe you’re like my brother Joe. You email your siblings spreadsheets of gifts you’d like months in advance. You start sentences like, “You know what would be a great gift you could get me...” In other words, you’re classy.


Wouldn’t this holiday bundle look fabulous under your
Christmas tree, and a little creepy under mine?

And if you’re really like my brother Joe, then one day you think, “Hey, maybe I can take my brother’s jokes and print them on attractive merchandise. I can set up stacks of posters on my brother’s kitchen table for him to autograph, and offer 6 exclusive holiday bundles, free shipping on orders over $50, and free stickers.”

And if I were your brother, I’d say, “That sounds like a great idea.”

Have a great holiday, everyone!

love-
mike b

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Friday, November 13, 2009 

Dear Journal,

I know it’s been a while since I’ve dropped you a line. I’ve been spending most of my time on twitter. I’ve been traveling around to 32 cities and it’s just easier to knock something out in 140 characters. Sorry. My bad.  But I’m on a plane to my shows in Dallas and Austin and here’s what’s going on...

Last night I fell asleep watching the David Lynch film, "Mulholland Drive." I then had surprisingly well-structured, linear dreams. I had never seen a Lynch film, but I had been led to them by reading David Foster Wallace’s book, “A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again.” Now I want to watch ALL of David Lynch’s films. But I don’t have time. It’s strange how the older you get the faster life goes by and the more stuff you want to get done. You’re like, “What was I doing ages 8 through 14? That was bullshit! I should have been watching all those Fellini films and not watching every episode of Just The Ten of Us.”

I had a strange experience on the road a few weeks ago; my friend Henry and I rented a car in Indianapolis from one of these car rental companies. For the sake of their anonymity, let’s call them “Ravis.” When I picked up the car the woman at the counter said casually, “You know what I’d recommend is the SUV.”

I said, “Sure.” I was in a rush. I thought maybe she knew something that I didn’t. Perhaps I look like a guy who would benefit from the additional lumbar support that only the Chevy Equinox provides.

But when I went to sign the form it said $200, which was odd because the agreed upon total was $130. Usually I’d just gloss over this because I’m in a hurry and the print is so small, but on this day I happened to be wide awake and I noticed the difference. I said, “I’m confused. How come it’s $200 and not $130?”

And she said, “Oh, that’s for the upgrade to the SUV.”

I said, “Doesn’t that seem strange that you wouldn’t mention the words upgrade or how much more you’re charging when you recommended the SUV?”

And she shrugged and said, “That’s what they teach us.”

Henry and I started laughing because it seemed like such a horribly evil thing to teach someone, which is essentially to gloss over the most important piece of information so that you make more money. I said, “Who teaches it, Enron?” I actually said that. Usually I just think of a funny thing I should have said weeks later and then pretend I said it when I re-tell the story so I look like a hero. But in this case, I thought of it right then and felt fantastic.

So then a few weeks later, I rented from Ravis again, this time at the Pittsburgh airport. And using almost identical language, the Ravis employee said, “I’d recommend the SUV.”

But this time I was all over it! I said, “Does it cost more?”

And she said, “Yes.”

And I said, “And you weren’t going to mention that unless I asked?”

And she said, “No sir.”

And I thought for a moment about Ravis’ slogan, which is, “We Try Harder,” and I thought they might want to change that to, “We Try Harder to Take Your Money.” But I didn’t think of that one until a few days later. Let’s just pretend I did.

But it reminded me of these health insurance companies. I talked about it in my “Sleepwalk With Me” show, but I actually have to get this medical procedure done a couple times a year where they insert a rod into my urethra to check on my bladder. It’s extremely painful and awful. And I get to follow that up with paperwork that is possibly even more painful. The last time I tried to understand my health insurance bill I couldn’t get past the part where you have to finish 6 Sudokus in under 3 minutes.

And when my health insurance inevitably denies my bill, and I call to find out why I’m getting charged $3,000, it’s always some cheery message like, “They did the code wrong,” or “Was that really a necessary procedure?”

Ravis could learn some things from these people. If the health insurance companies were renting cars they’d give me a chair to sit in with cardboard wheels taped to it. And then when I’d say, “What the hell is this?” They’d say, “That vehicle provides exceptional lumbar support.”

And I’d be like, “What?”

And they’d be like, “You did not specify ‘engine’ on the form.”

And that concludes this week’s entry in my secret public journal. I promise to write more soon. And if anyone’s reading this, call that friend of yours in Texas. Don’t mess with him. Just call him.

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Thursday, November 12, 2009 
Hey there Texas,

They tell me that everything’s bigger in Texas, but I really hope that doesn't apply to portions at the Cheesecake Factory, because then I might die.

Just wanted to let you know that my Comedy Central Tour hits Texas this week; you can still get great seats for this Friday’s show at the House of Blues in Dallas, and Saturday night in Austin at the Paramount Theatre.


I’ve invited Texas-local Mike MacRae to perform (you might know him from Comedy Central, The Bob & Tom Show, or Frank TV), I’ve got an all-new show, and if all goes as planned, I’ll be wearing ironed pants with 7 holes in the crotch.

See you this weekend.

mike
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Thursday, October 15, 2009 

Dear friends,

I’m thrilled to be playing to sold out houses in Los Angeles and San Francisco this weekend, and then on up to Portland and Seattle, (only a few tickets are left.)

Also, my new online store now has signed show posters. Use the coupon code “englishmuffinpizzas” and get 15% off almost everything.

And here's a new Birbigstube animation from animator Matt Czap and JoeBags. And then a new entry in my journal. Let me know what you think...

Animated me with a primitive GPS unit.

Dear Journal,

I’ve been making my way across the country on this tour and it’s occurred to me that, as far as human beings go, I’m kind of a mess.

I played Chicago a few weeks ago. And I got a Facebook message from a guy who really liked the show but he was disappointed that I was drunk. But what’s sad is that I wasn’t drunk. I hadn’t had one drink. So it just made me think, “Do I just look drunk all the time?” “Am I just a mess as a human being? Am I some kind unmake-able bed?”

And when I did a show in Milwaukee and the local paper called out my “rumpled pants,” I was like, “First of all, are we calling out comedians for not pressing their pants?”

And second of all, I HAD pressed my pants.

I rarely press my pants, but for that show, I was like, “I’m going to iron my pants!” This review made one thing perfectly clear, I have no idea how to iron pants.

I think the media likes to harp on the negative. Because if I had put on a terrible show, they never would have written, “Mike’s show was nearly unwatchable, but his beautifully-pressed pants made up for any shortcomings in the comedy department. His mother would be very proud. Mike, nice pants.”

Or, “This whole comedy thing may not be working out for Mike Birbiglia, but this young man’s got a big career ahead of him as a pants salesperson at Macy’s or Nordstrom, perhaps even at the Banana Republic.”

But this was all after I HAD pressed my pants. What if they weren’t pressed? What would they have written?  “Birbiglia wasn’t even wearing pants. He was just wearing some sort of African grass skirt, and we could occasionally see his penis. Strange choice, Birbiglia.”

And I’d be like, “I was wearing pants!” but no one would believe me because they’re the “newspaper” and I’m “the guy with the penis-exposing grass skirt.”

I have this thing in my life where people say things to me and think they’re not insults, but they are.

Like a friend will come up to me and say, “Mike, you look exhausted.”

I’m not sure what to say, like, “No, man, you just haven’t seen me in a while. This is just the all-new “old” me. I’m older and tired looking and I got these bags under my eyes.”

All that said, I feel optimistic that in my life I’m going to stick the landing.

I’ve noticed, with gymnastics, that’s the important part. These girls do thirty flips on the mat and sometimes they just fall down and they’ll roll around and flop all over the mat like a fish on a pier but then at the end of it, NO MATTER WHAT, they put their hands straight up in the air with that look on their face like, “I’M AWESOME!”

And all I’m thinking as a viewer is just, “She’s got good posture. That can’t be the same girl who fell six times. Maybe that was the last girl. Nobody would fall six times and then put their hands up at the end like they’re awesome, would they?”

So I‘m heading to the west coast before returning home to perform at Town Hall in New York City. It’ll be nice to bring the tour to my own city. I feel people there get me. They know that I’m rumpled. And they’ll be like, “Mike, we are diggin’ the rumpled pants.” And I’ll be like, “Thanks. This is the new me.”
And that concludes this week’s entry in my secret public journal.

The Tour Rolls on....

OCTOBER
16: Los Angeles, CA SOLD OUT! FACEBOOK IT!
17: San Francisco, CA SOLD OUT! FACEBOOK IT!
23: Seattle, WA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
24: Portland, OR SOLD OUT! FACEBOOK IT!

NOVEMBER
6: Boston, MA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
7: Boston, MA SOLD OUT! FACEBOOK IT!
12: UNC-Chapel Hill - Students Only
13: Dallas, TX GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
14: Austin, TX GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!

DECEMBER
12: Atlantic City, NJ GET TICKETS NOW! FACEBOOK IT!
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Monday, October 05, 2009 

Hey ballers,

The tour continues. Amazing time. Thank you to everyone who’s come out.

Madison, Columbus, DC, LA, San Fran, and Boston are almost sold out- try to get tix soon-ish.  You can avoid fees in most cases by going to the ticket office.

Listen to this story from my journal. Fairly ridiculous but true…YEAHH!!! Also, if you want to watch the video we made of it, go here.

Here I'm warming up by pretending to hold a giant boulder above my head.



Dear journal,

This week I was asked to throw out the first pitch at the Brewers game in Milwaukee. It was a great honor until I showed up and found out that, in fact, there would be 3 first pitches; I would actually be throwing out the third pitch, an honor which I had never heard of.

One thing working against me was that the woman who threw before me had won the Bartender Olympics in Milwaukee, and she rocketed the ball down the center of the plate.

It made my lob that barely reached the plate look sort of silly. And it was particularly demoralizing because she was a woman--technically a girl--and historically girls throw like girls. As a matter of fact, that’s where the phrase comes from. So what happened was that I threw like a girl and she threw like a boy. To make matters worse, on our way off the field, her mother leaned over to me and said, “I guess SHE should have gone last, eh?” I was like, “Yes. So true. And thank you for making me feel worse about this than I already feel.”

One of the other things you’ll notice in the video is that no one has any idea who I am. Apparently, they try to match the level of celebrity of the 3rd pitch with the standings of the home team. Well, Brewers, it was fun. I thank you. And I LOVED playing the Pabst Theater.

And that concludes this week’s entry in my secret public journal.




Tour Dates in the Future Also

8: Pittsburgh, PA GET TICKETS NOW! FACEBOOK IT!

9: Indiana University - Purdue University

10: Washington, DC GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!

16: Los Angeles, CA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!

17: San Francisco, CA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!

23: Seattle, WA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!

24: Portland, OR GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!

November

5: NYC, Town Hall GET TICKETS NOW! FACEBOOK IT!

6 & 7: Boston, MA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!

13: Dallas, TX GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!

14: Austin, TX GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!

December

12: Atlantic City, NJ GET TICKETS NOW! FACEBOOK IT!
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Friday, July 24, 2009 
Greetings from the land of Orville and Wilbur,

As it turns out, I’m getting ready all this new material ready for the Fall tour. What better place to do it than the city where...people live! I’m at a place called “The Funny Bone,” so I’m contractually obliged to take off off my shirt and show people my funny bone at least once per show.

Also off the top of my crane:
    My first “I’m in the Future Also” tour dates are fast approaching at the Newport Yachting Tent and the Cape Cod Melody Tent, August 15th and 27th. Gas up your yacht, dust off your tent, and purchase a six-pack of warm Diet Pepsi. Hoping for no pirates. Also, in response to some of your emails about Ticketmaster fees, I found out that with most of the dates you can go to the box office to avoid fees, but go soon because a bunch of these are almost sold out.
mike b.

And now, a story about Joe Bags....

Dear Journal,

As you know, my brother Joe has always been the entrepreneur in the family. These days he sells shirts with my jokes on them. But when we were kids it was all about golf balls. One summer my parents rented a house on Cape Cod. Joe decided that instead of learning how to golf, he would scour the golf course woods and ponds for used balls and then set up shop, selling them back to the same people who had lost them.

Golf Balls = even more boring than golf

We would walk together through leech-infested mud bogs and deer tick-laden forests in shorts and sneakers with a golf ball-getter. It was our Vietnam, except with golf balls: "Pull that tree apart, that tree's got balls!” "There's balls in them thar trees!"

I remember Joe explaining to me on the course, “Mike, sometimes snakes think golf balls are their eggs, so you gotta reach down into those snake holes and get’em!”

Another time Joe told me, “Get a good look in those bushes.” And moments later I was running across a fairway, screaming while being chased by what seemed like a swarm of yellow jackets in the shape of a giant arrow.

Sometimes when we looked in obscure places we would find huge troves of balls. Like Joe would say, “Mike, I need you to climb through that hedge on your belly and come out the other side.” And I’d emerge with 44 TOP FLITES and my mouth, underwear and eye sockets completely filled with mulch.

Then we’d set up shop. Our shop was the bench next to the 12th tee. If the ranger came by and asked us to leave, we’d just move to another bench: “Oh, we thought you wanted us to get the hell off that other bench.” Some people loved us, but some people were scared by us:  “Where do those golf ball orphans come from? Watch your pockets, Ted.” Sometimes old men would be really patronizing, and say things like, “I’ll give you one dollar for all of your balls that say Titleist.” And we’d be like, “Your one dollar better have 40 friends, old man.” We didn’t actually say that, but we did think of it 22 years later.

No one gave our little golf ball store a lot of respect. We were like golf ball hookers. At one point we experimented with selling sodas too. But that was way over the line. The rangers were on our asses immediately.  That's like bringing your own popsicles to sell at Disney World.

And we were making plenty of cash just selling balls. What’d we do with the cash? Why, we went over to Dick & Ellie’s Flea Market and mini golf, where we spent our golf ball money on baseball cards that were instantly worth nothing.

At the end of the summer, the golf ball business folded. The golf course authorities asked my dad if he could have us not sell balls on the course anymore. Something about how we were stealing and trespassing.

And a few years later, Ellie sold Dick & Ellie’s to Trader Joe’s. And to make room for their new grocery store, Trader Joe’s tore the flea market down.

And while there may be a supermarket there now, I know that the original trader Joe was Trader Joe Bags.

And that concludes this week’s entry in my secret public journal.
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Wednesday, July 08, 2009 

Greetings from the end of the Pinkberry line. Medium. Two toppings. Blueberries. Cap'n Crunch -
Just a few quick summertime notes:
1.) Check out our second animated short at Birbigstube.com, and subscribe to our channel. Special thanks to animation wunderkids, (pronounced voon-der-kids,) Niraj Shah and Chris Brown. These guys just graduated from the Rochester Institute of Technology, where they actually studied stuff like this. If it were 2000, they would get some awesome jobs!

2.) We’ve got four new Birbigshirts. We had a tour shirt design contest online, and the submissions were so good, we did FOUR OF THEM! The strangest one, and I think my favorite is this:

3.) Comedy Central asked my brother Joe Bags to interview me for my “I’m in the Future Also” Tour. Here it is!

That's all for now. Just getting ready for my fall tour. Putting together some set-lists that combine the best of Two Drink Mike, Secret Journal, and Sleepwalk - also prepping my next one hour special...thanks for all the comments on the blog. I will indeed make it to Montana some day. Just not this fall. Also, if you live in San Fran or Seattle or Columbus, get your tickets SOON...

love,
-mike b
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Thursday, June 25, 2009 

Hey sizzler samplers!

I'm on my way to Cincinnati this morning, and I just wanted to poke my head in your in-box to tell you about a few things off the top of my head:

1. I was on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon last week. It was fun. Jimmy’s a really nice guy. He even let me stay for the cooking segment, where I chimed in with TWO JOKES. If you missed it, you can watch it here on Hulu.  

2. What’s Hulu?

I'm writing this email from the shoot for my "I'm in the Future Also" tour commercials. Check out that empty fruit bowl!

3. I’m returning to The Bob & Tom Radio Show this Friday morning. I’ll be in studio around 7 am if you’re up! Haven’t seen those guys since before Sleepwalk With Me went up. Very excited.

4. I have a story running on This American Life this weekend on an episode called, “The Fall Guy.” In my story, I play “The Fall Guy.”

5. A lot of people have been asking me what’s going to happen with Sleepwalk with Me - some people missed it, some want to see it again, etc. Well, I’m doing two things right now: I’m writing a book for Simon & Schuster tentatively called “Sleepwalk With Me and Other Stories.” And I’m working a screenplay adaptation of the show. I may tour Sleepwalk at some point or reprise it in New York. But for now, I’m writing and returning to my stand-up roots this fall on my “I’m in the Future Also” Tour with Comedy Central - it’s going to like 20 or 25 awesome cities in GREAT venues. And this summer I’m working on new material at some comedy clubs for the tour and perhaps what might become my next one-man show. So that’s everything in a nut shell. All told, almost THIRTY FIVE THOUSAND PEOPLE saw Sleepwalk in New York. Thank you SO MUCH for coming along on the ride and there’s a lot of exciting things to come.

Hope you’re well.

Mike Bahooski
 
 
Tour Dates!
 
June
July
August
September
October
November
 
 
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Tuesday, June 02, 2009 
 
Hey friends,

Few quick things and then a new entry from my Secret Public Journal.

1. Sleepwalk closes JUNE 7TH! I am so serious about this.

2. I really want you to watch this new animation we made for Birbigstube. It's already got 5,000 views and we only Twittered it! Forward to your friends.
3. It's going to be one crazy summer -- in June I've got a big benefit show in New Jersey, then I'm heading out to Cincy, and I'm playing all these tents in Newport and Cape Cod this August.

4. Is it summer? I think so.

love-
Mike
 
Dear Journal,

In two weeks, “Sleepwalk with Me” closes in New York. When we started the show, we had all of this trepidation that the theater community wouldn’t “let us in,” but in the last few weeks we got nominated for a bunch of theater awards. As the cliché goes, “It was an honor just to be nominated.” And frankly I didn’t even realize I wanted to win these awards -- until I showed up to the events and realized that I didn’t want to lose. Losing is a verb I’m well acquainted with. I’ve lost a lot at sports. I’ve lost at girlfriends. I’ve lost cell phones in taxicabs. It’s not fun, particularly when it’s public. Private losing is very common in my life. Every time I email someone who doesn’t write back, I’m privately losing. Every time I eat a whole pizza and then a salad without utensils because I’m too lazy to stand up during “The Real Housewives of New York City” marathon, I’m losing. But these are private affairs.
    
So a few weeks ago I attended the “Lucille Lortel Awards,” which honor excellence in off-Broadway. The people who run the event actually  asked me to perform at the event, which was flattering but I politely declined -- I’ve done my fair share of banquet room events and they’re rarely conducive to comedy. Then they asked again. And I said no again. And then they asked again again. And at this point, I thought, “Well, if they like me this much, then maybe I’m actually going to win? Perhaps they’re trying to tell me something. In which case it’s probably rude to say no.” And besides I had this very short bit that I do in “Sleepwalk With Me” about shutting off your phones that always kills, so what’s the worst thing that can happen?  

So here I am at the event surrounded by all these people I admire: Marcia Gay Harden, Jeremy Irons, Parker Posey. And I get introduced on stage.  The voice of God said, “From Sleepwalk With Me. please welcome Mike Birbiglia.” I walked on stage to mild applause and proceeded to, as they say in highbrow circles, “eat my balls.” When I told my brother Joe this story, he said he hadn’t heard that phrase, but even if you haven’t heard it, I think you can get the idea: I was doing so poorly that it felt like I was “eating my own balls.” And I was doing the material from my show that always kills: the material from the show that was nominated by many of the people in the audience. It was like a comedy ambush. Like they got together and said, “Let’s ensnare Mike into the Marriot banquet room and when he tells his jokes we know he knows we like and then we’ll all not laugh. It’ll feel like he’s eating his own balls.”

I sat down at my table with my director and producer and my wife and everyone insisted that it went fine, but they all had these raised eyebrows and forced toothy smiles. so I was pretty sure it didn’t go fine, but I tabled it in my head.  The next morning my manager Stephanie sent me and my booking agent an email update about what happened. It said, “Fun night. Mike bombed.” And then she immediately called me and said, “I am so sorry; I meant to write ‘Mike thinks he bombed.’ Apparently she missed the “thinks he” key.

But that’s not the worst part of the story. You know how you always have to have something you tell yourself when you lose. Even if you don’t care about losing. In my case, it was easy. This was a “theater community.” They probably don’t have respect for comedians. Well the problem is that the guy who won the award is a clown. Not like, “He’s like a clown.” I mean he was raised in the circus and is a clown. That’s like if you were gonna lose something, so you go, “They don’t respect me. They think I’m some kind of monkey.” And then they give the award to a monkey.

This week I got a letter from the organizer of the event thanking me and saying that, “the opening was great.” Maybe he had stepped out during my portion. Or maybe he hadn’t traded emails with my manager to get the lowdown. But looking back a few weeks later, it actually was an honor just to be nominated. Just not an honor to eat my balls just moments before losing…to a clown.
 



The Big Fall Tour!
June
11: Englewood, NJ: Comedy For A Cause, benefit for REED Academy GET TICKETS NOW! FACEBOOK IT!
25-27: Cincinnati, OH GET TICKETS NOW! FACEBOOK IT!
August
15: Newport, RI GET TICKETS NOW! 16 Years + FACEBOOK IT!
27: Hyannis, MA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
September
17: Nashville, TN GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
18: Indianapolis, IN GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
19: Chicago, IL GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
24: Saint Louis, MO GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
25: Milwaukee, WI GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
26: Minneapolis, MN GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
27: Royal Oak, MI GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
30: Madison, WI GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
October
1: Columbus, OH GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
2: Lorain, OH (Cleveland) GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
3: Pittsburgh, PA Two Shows! Get tickets now! 7:00PM ... ALL AGES! 9:30PM 21 Years+ FACEBOOK IT!
10: Washington, DC GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
16: Los Angeles, CA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
17: San Francisco, CA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
23: Seattle, WA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
24: Portland, OR GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
 November
5: NYC Details Soon!
6 & 7: Boston, MA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
13: Dallas, TX GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!
14: Austin, TX GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES! FACEBOOK IT!

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Monday, May 11, 2009 

Hello there,

It’s been a busy couple of months (7) and Sleepwalk With Me is ENDING.

It’s actually quite strange.

Actually, you know what’s strange? Keanu Reaves came to the show this weekend. More on that another time.

1. Awards and Things
The show is ending and I’ll be on to my next show this fall. Unexpectedly, we’ve been nominated for a Drama Desk Award, a Lucille Lortel Award, and an Outer Circle Critics Award.  How’s that for awards you may or may not have ever heard of? Pretty good, that’s how it is. I have to thank you all (and some in spirit) for supporting our little show because if you hadn’t come and laughed, no one would have. And then no one would have come the next night. And so on.  But you did, and because of you, we’re rated the number one Off-Broadway show on the reader’s poll on the New York Times. (You can still vote and make us number one…er.) Also, if you care to, you can vote for us in the 10th Annual Broadway.com Audience Awards. (we’re on page 4 after like, “best fake glasses”)

2. An Awkward 10 minutes with Eddie Izzard
So last month Eddie Izzard came to my show and then we had dinner and he’s really into Twitter and decided to do an impromptu show at the Bleecker Street Theater only announced on Twitter. Anyway, it sold out in like 5 minutes and I got to go. And then at the end, we did "An Awkward 10 Minutes" like we do at the end of Sleepwalk every Friday. Turns out someone video’d it with their phone or their beeper or their apple bong or whatever and and now’s it’s on Youtube. Enjoy. (brief background: Kevin Spacey was in the audience, which is why I reference the movie “K-Pax”)


3. Added tour dates: Cape Cod and Newport!
So listen to this: my agent Mike Berkowitz got me booked at the Cape Cod Melody Tent this summer. Which is insane because it’s the first place I ever saw stand up comedy live. I was 16 years old and I saw Steven Wright there and that’s when I decided to be a comedian. So it’s a very charged thing for me to return there and I imagine will make for an interesting show. Also, it’s kind of my hometown. My parents have lived in Cape Cod since I was 15. Anyway, you should come. Make a trip to Cape Cod. It’s beautiful there. And go to Craigville Pizza & Mexican. Those guys are serious.

Alright, this might have been too much to take in. More later.

Love-
Mike


The Big Fall Tour!

August

15: Newport, RI GET TICKETS NOW! 16 and over!

27: Hyannis, MA GET TICKETS NOW! ALL AGES!

September

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October

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November

5: NYC Details Soon!

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