I’m tall? I’m dating a midget?
This weekend the heat was intense. It’s been one of the worst heat waves in years. This seemed like the perfect time to squeeze into a crowded comedy club and watch a vulgar, intoxicated, sweaty, cable television star execute his stand up act. So we did.
Winnie, Adam, Geoff and I drove up to SF on the sixth ‘Spare the Air Day’ of 2006 on an adventure to see Dave Atel. We burnt a few hours finding parking, wolfing down some sushi, climbing hills, and watching tourists drive down the windy part of Lombard. We then arrived at the comedy club a bit early.
Since we arrived early we were seated a great table in the second row at the comedian’s 2 o’clock. The first two acts were as satisfactory as the compulsory alcohol. Then Dave took the stage. He complained about the heat. He made fun of Hayward. Then he decided to tell a joke about the Tsunami. He preceded joke this with a warning about his intentions. This was when Winnie decided to head to the restroom.
The joke was totally diffused. I never got to hear it. Instead Dave started asking me about Winnie. I explained that she’s not a child or midget. She’s 26 years old and does not have an eating disorder. When she returned another handful of jokes followed with us as the focus including a statement about me being a ‘tall Swedish guy’ and some comments designed to elicit thoughts of our anatomical compatibility or lack thereof.
All in all, it was a good outing. Joining the action in a comedy show reminds me of karaoke. Being part of the action is a bit embarrassing at first, but more fun in the end. We also won a DVD of Dave’s other work. Or as Dave called it while Winnie claimed it: “A huge, giant CD-thing. Just look at her hold it, it looks so big”