10.13.2006
Comedy the 13th
Hello, Blog World. How are you? OMG, you are so lucky I’m here because I could right this minute be committing that cerebral seppuku known as “going to a comedy club.” I know, right? They still exist? You could knock me over with a feather.
Yesterday, I was minding my own business when this text message came in from my husband: “I just met a comedian on the train. We have 4 tix for his show tomorrow night at Rascals.”
“There is so much wrong with that sentence,” I texted back.
“I actually know who he is. Semi-famous friend of Sam Kinison.”
“It’s not sounding any better.”
“We are so going.”
My stomach was snarled in knots of increasing dread all day. I don’t know why I had such a visceral reaction. I’ve been to any number of comedy clubs before and didn’t quite die, although I came out of every one swearing I would never go to another. For a while this afternoon, I coaxed myself up onto a high horse, reminding myself how gratuitously and nastily homophobic stand-up comedy tends to be, and how even if Sam Kinison’s semi-famous friend or his opening acts did not happen to fit that bill, I still didn’t feel like supporting the industry.
Anyway, Rob, in his sweet and determined way, arranged for an outing with the two of us, jwer, and Broadsheet, but when they got here, I couldn’t go through with it. I stuck to my guns during the uncomfortable guilt trip, and here I am alone on a Friday night.
I am alone most nights, but this somehow isn’t the same.
posted by
David at 8:51 PM
As we reported - it was refreshingly slide splittingly funny. The first act was forced, but not uncomfortably so, and the main "Sam Kinison's friend" act was actually pretty damn brilliant. And I got to make fun of jwer all night - it doesn't get much better than that!
Thanks for the escort home with Dame Goblin. She can poop on my parking island anytime.
You are such a goober. Honestly, I think you could psych yourself out of anything. I, of course, am completely unflawed.
Meanwhile, don't get too excited, because Broadsheet said I could poop on her parking island, too...
posted by:
jwer on 10.13.2006 at 11:26 PM
I went and saw some comedians on Tuesday: It was weird. Comedy is weird. I think you did the right thing.
posted by:
Cara on 10.15.2006 at 7:51 PM
The thing with live comedy is that you can't change the channel. I mean, it can be good, but sometimes you'd like a little break.
You should have spent your Friday night planning the Sorry Hearts Ghost Club meeting.
posted by: messy_hair_girl on 10.16.2006 at 1:01 PM
I'm with you. Bad comedy Club. Bad.
It's a shame I'm not your next door neighbour. We could have spent the evening adding highlights to our hair and helping Ms. Goblin choose her Halloween costume.
posted by: Cooper on 10.17.2006 at 7:07 PM
Broadsheet: Maybe next time we can just charge admission to making fun of jwer all night, from the comfort of our own home.
Jwer: I just psyched myself out of commenting on your idea that you are completely unflawed.
Cara: Why is comedy not funny?
Messy Hair Girl: The thing about comedy on TV is that is has mostly already passed some sort of test of worthiness, so it's already less of a mixed and dreadful bag as you will find in a comedy club. But you're correct, a little goes a long way. The Sorry Hearts Ghost Club will commence in November, which is not a funny month, anyway.
Cooper: It IS a shame you're not my next-door neighbor, as I doubt you would have cut down my tree, or even if you had wanted to, we would have been too busy with the highlighting for you to bother.
posted by:
David on 10.21.2006 at 12:36 PM
David, I am a forest firefighter and ecologist. The last thing in the world I would have done is cut down your tree! Name it, yes. Hide in it to see if I might possibly spy you sunbathing naked, quite possibly. Murder it. No.
posted by: Cooper on 10.25.2006 at 4:09 AM
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