Comedy and Us
A few weeks ago, Darwin and I bought tickets for an LGBT comedy festival. We made a night of it with our friends Steve and Joe. It was part of my and Darwin’s super-secret agenda to spend more time with gay friends. Don’t tell!
We met for supper at Andiamo, a very nice restaurant near the comedy venue in Dearborn. We were seated promptly, and the very nice server got us started. The food was delightful (I had rustic salmon, which is fish with new potatoes and a marinara sauce), and the conversation was sparkly. We all decided to hit up dessert (so much chocolate and cheesecake!). The only disappointment was that Andiamo had no cherry or raspberry wine to go with. A travesty!
A number of similarities between the two couples was observed. The two Steven/Steves discovered they handle the same certain chores in their respective households, while Darwin and Joe handle the same other certain chores, and it was very interesting to discover this.
You are not allowed to read anything into the word “chores.”
And then we adjourned to the comedy club venue, which was just up the road. After a little kerfluffle over FINDING the place, we finally got into the right line and found seats. So many gay people! Darwin encountered the Kissing Lesbian, a woman who skittered past us to get to her seat and who loudly cheek-kissed each person she passed (if they allowed it). Darwin thought this was splendid, and did an elaborate smooch. During intermission, when we decided to hang out in our seats, she slipped by again, and Darwin demanded another kiss, which she cheerily gave. And then a third on her way back to her seat.
“Flirting with the lesbians,” I said. “Brave!”
At last the show began. Because it was a fundraiser, a number of interminable speeches were made by people who had no business giving them, but at last the first comedian came out, so to speak. She was an older transgender woman, and was extremely funny. (“You call that a dick? I cut off a bigger one than that.”) The second comic, a big, muscled gay man, was less funny. I gave him a C+. A large part of his problem was things went too long between punchlines, and some of his material was barely funny anyway. The third comic, a 29-year-old twink, started strong. (“People always say my eyelashes are super long. But I’m thinking of getting eyelash reduction surgery. These are hard on my back. And I want to be able to run.”) But then he kind of petered out. Too many long stories that went nowhere and had no good punchline at the end. The fourth comedian was, like the first, extremely funny. (“After I’d had an affair with a man twice my age, got pregnant, and had an abortion, I had sex with a girl and went, ‘Ohhhhh! That’s how it works!’ So I told my mother I was a lesbian. She said, ‘I think that’s for the best.’”)
The four of us had a fine time. So, next weekend, guys?
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