The LCS people called Chances(where we were performing thurs night.) the night before and said they were sending a camera crew to the Dykes of Hazard show. we were surprised to get the call from the bar owner. we thought, "really, finally dyke isn't a dirty word!" we were stoked, they said they would be there by 8:30, for a 9pm show.

at 9:30 we realized it wasn't happening, and the anger started to fester. I mean, don't CALL us and tell us you're coming, right? I proceeded to shoot some liquor, damn it, I had done everything right the night before (sleep,no booze) all in anticipation for the little bit o air time. 
The next morning, hungover as hell and in the same clothes, Julia Stretch  and I decided that at the very least, we needed to find out if they had, in fact called, or if it was a joke.
We stumble to the line, and I ask for Rebecca (name given to bar owner day before)
Lo and Behold, there WAS a rebecca, and she DID call, and they WERE supposed to come by, but she was really sorry that didn't happen, but she would be more than happy to try to get us in. Just wait here, she said. ANd we did. didn't move for two hours. Then rebecca came back (very sexy gal she was) and brought us right in and said "ok, wait here, we'll get you before a screener"
which we did.
Rebecca came back and said, "this late in the game, I can't get you onstage, unless you have a costume, or prop, (or something equally obnoxious)" BUT there is the FUNNY BOOTH!
"if you can get something outraageous, I can get you onstage" I
I thought about borrrowing a toolbelt from some construction workers, and then I realized  I had given enough of my dignity to the process.
julia and I hit the booth hard, made em laugh and were then informed that we would probably have the tour name edited out, as its not family tv friendly.

So if you see to lesbos with shirts blurred out and constant bleeps. thats us.
screw em.