So Anyway...
03.01.07 (8:37 am) [edit]
The show killed.
A local guy opened. Not great, but a few very funny moments.
Andy Andrist was next. He had some HILARIOUS shit. His bit on rape babies will kill ya.
I had onion rings, a Guinness, and a sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Go Bananas does last call about halfway through the headliner's set, it seems.
Stanhope was a motherfucker. I expected him to fall back on more old material, but nearly all of it was fresh. And he's evolved into complete social criticism - no more stories about transvestite hookers and blobs of shit on the hotel bedspread after pulling a vibrating egg out of your ass.
The theme was what is has been for a while - the emptiness and boredom of modern society and our retreat from fun into the illusion of safety and security, and how it's all becoming the same.
Everything I've been feeling for several years, and have spent the past two trying to break away from. I'm possibly more angry about it. Not that he isn't, but his reaction is one more born of exasperation and confusion - WHY are we like this? WHY have we traded in our lives for this endless parade of watered-down horseshit?
I went out and found him at the door afterwards. "Hey man, great to finally meet you."
"You're Doug, right? The guy that's been bugging me on myspace."
Hehehehe.
I went next door and got a double shot of Wild Turkey. The rest of the time I was there, I didn't have to pay for drinks. Other people I didn't know were buying them for me, out of nowhere. Shit, that never happens...
He came in, got his drink, and came right over to our table. I was with the people I'd sat next to at the show. A Martin Sheen-esque guy and his KILLER babe of a brunette girlfriend. She's loved the show, laughed a lot. Goddamn. A hot woman into really twisted humour. I wonder if she has sisters...
They bought me some kind of drink, I didn't know what it was. Something red. Then they got me and Stanhope a Jager Bomb. Somebody came over and handed me a Coors Lite, then left. Another guy who I talked to for a while bought me another beer.
I had more later. And this morning, I've got the first true hangover I've had in a long time.
He talked to me a lot more than I thought he would. I told him how much I want to help his campaign, but he didn't seem to want to talk about that much. I asked him what he thought of the donkey/Jesus idea. "I don't have the time or budget to be renting donkeys, but I like the way you think."
I barely remember anything else, except his opinion on a few name comedians. He wandered around the bar, and talked to all of us.
And, when I left, telling him I'd be back tomorrow, he reached out and kissed me. I have NO idea where that came from, but I'm telling thaqt story for a long time, people. My favorite comedian on the planet, one of my major inspirations, kissed me.
Gawd, my head hurts.
Love,
Dougie