It's one of the hardest parts of the job. The flights, the long car rides, the isolation, the strangers who become best friends and turn back into strangers. The road has devoured many a comedian.
Now for the record the travel for this particular show is a delight. I just passed through security with a smile so big they checked every pocket on every bag. The thrill has me wired and savoring the moment.
But comedy travel itself is a curious beast, one that must be harnessed for benefit rather than left off the leash.
I can rework my act, write new jokes, people watch and get into my creative artistic mindset, rest and eat smart.
Or I can binge on junk food, watch all the Netflix I've been putting off for months, fall prey to excitement and distraction and drink until the sun comes up.
A balance has to be struck. Too fastidious and your act suffers. Too much partying and you destroy yourself. But the travel, the opportunity to meet and experience new things, that's one of the reasons we get into this in the first place.
They just called my zone, time to fly.