... as long as you can handle your liquor.
On Saturday I was at Absolute Comedy in Toronto for two shows. It was so nice to see some old and not so old friends who came by to see me at the club. As a comedian, many people tell you that they are coming to a show. It never upsets me when they don’t show; life gets in the way, it happens. So when someone does actually make it, it is a very nice feeling.
One of my good friends who hasn’t seen me perform in years came to the late show. She is very funny and usually a fun person to be around: unless she is hammered. Holy crap... it was like being in high school again. By the time we left the club, walking was more like stumbling and talking was more like yelling for her. It got worse in the car. I understand that if a person consumes a copious amount of beer they have a tendency to belch. But when she starts to fart up a storm in the backseat I am forced to drive with the windows down when it is -10 degrees Celsius. THEN she decided to scream out the window at the man in the car beside us. Something about him not understanding what it is like being a woman. As soon as I rolled up the window, she starting passing wind again. Just when I was at the end of my rope a miracle happened. She passed out. I have never been so happy to hear someone snore.
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