So I went to that comedy show at Flat last night and whoa, it was crazy. Some drunk lady (I say lady because she was old) was heckling the performers so badly that they couldn't even get one joke in. They, particularly Eugene Mirman, tried to be good sports about it but it got totally out of hand. So Matt Besser stepped up to the plate and took one for the team during his set, screaming (I mean
screaming) "You're a fucking bitch!" until she got up to leave, and then he totally followed her all the way out the door screaming at her. It was like, so Kaufmanesque. I mean, I think.
Once she was gone, things were better. Todd Levin was particularly funny, but after his set I made my Personal Best Worst Faux Pas Ever:
Todd: So do you still want to meet Bob?
Me: You didn't bomb at all!
Todd: I asked if you wanted to meet Bob.
Me: oh. I thought you said "So did you see me bomb."
(So. Yeah. Oops. Thank god no actual bombing was involved.)
So then I went and drank red wine out of the bottle at a rooftop party with nice people who kept giving me sweet, beautiful vicodin. They are friends indeed. On the way home I ran into Todd Barry and Erin and Tina from work and we ate pizza and then I went home and dreamed about plane crash sex with Jimmy Fallon. Comedy is fun. The End.
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