The Maryland-Delaware line runs through town, and so does your uncertainty. Downtown rooms fill with locals who'd rather laugh here than drive to Salisbury. Delmar proper brings the working-class energy. Last week you bombed at the state line, then found something at Mardela-adjacent. The small-town circuit has its own logic. Laurel and Seaford book the overflow. The crowds are smaller but they're yours. Open mics here teach you to hold a room without gimmicks. The work continues, one border town at a time.