So it's not the same stage exactly, certainly not the same tables and lights and sound system, but by God it is the same venue, the same club where Lenny Bruce and Mort Sahl and the Kingston Trio and the Smothers Brothers and Richard Pryor played.
And last night, I had a gig there. At The Purple Onion.
Simply because of a friendly hello via MySpace.
It was a late night variety show where I was sandwiched in between slam poets and a stand-up comic, and sure, my second set was only five minutes at 1:00 AM when there were only ten people left in the audience (all but two of them performers) but I didn't care I was at the effin Purple Onion.
And they want me to come back.
Go me!