We spent nine days in Charleston, mostly eating. Erin was in a full cast because she broke her ankle and dislocated her knee. She had the cast sawed off the day she started driving down to SC. Erin is a bad-ass. I rented dorm rooms in Charleston, rather than try to cram us all into a hotel room. The three girls had their own rooms, and I slept on the couch in the living room to save money. It was important for us each to have our own space while we got to know each other. By the time we left Charleston, we were a team.
We had no television or internet but plenty of wine and things to discuss. As women, as comics, as introspective people, we told and retold our life stories and made an honest effort to empathize and understand each other. It’s super hard to be judgmental at 4 am after 3 or 4 bottles of Merlot. It’s also super hard to repress giddy silliness. We became a strange combination of earnest scholars indulging in collective naval-gazing, and preteens squealing over nail polish and making bawdy jokes.
We drove up through Wilmington on our way to Knoxville, TN to drop off some Pink Collar coasters – because I’m a crazy person. Matt Ward and I met at the Cape Fear Comedy Festival in 2011. I couldn’t wait to work with him again. He runs a great room at Preservation Pub in downtown Knoxville. This was the least geographically-sane booking choice I made. We were incredibly well-received, Erin wrote a wonderful post about our experience there on our blog, here. We stopped in Asheville, NC on our way to Fort Mill to distribute our coasters, and hang a few posters….because of the crazy thing.
In Fort Mill, SC, Blayr Nias put together a packed house at the Fort Mill Comedy Zone. That was the first night we all stayed together in a hotel. From Fort Mill we went on to Wilmington, NC for two nights. This whole week there was a lot more laughter and joy. I was starting to suspect that catastrophe was not imminent – we had consistently great shows, and the car was running fine. Things started to feel an awful lot like summer camp.
The last week of the tour was logistically the most intense. We did six shows and drove over 1,200 miles in five days. We had sold out shows in Raleigh, Asheville, and packed houses everywhere else. The last days were an exhausting but exciting blur. We decided to drive into New York after our last show in Philadelphia. We missed our men folk. The last 24 hours the inside jokes and childish giggling stopped. We weren’t annoyed or irritated with each other, just…done.
We didn’t do everything perfectly, but we did a lot of things right. I picked the right people to work with thanks to dumb luck. We had a successful marketing plan, we were selling a good show. We all got along exceptionally well on and off the stage. We worked together to solve problems, everyone was invested and competent. And despite all my efforts, we had a lot of fun.
Thank you to everyone who made this tour a success!