Say It Loud...

Sometimes you do comedy in front of a fireplace. Had I remembered that MCL had this on stage, I might have brought my rocking chair and quilt and done my Fireside Dick Jokes routine.

Last night was MCL's monthly open mike, and due to some 1000-year astronomical alignment or rip in the fabric of space-time, there were more civilians than comics in the club, and it was a damn fine show. None of the comics, though - myself included - compared to the drunk 21 year old filly who showed me and one of the other acts her yoga poses in the alley afterwards and invited us to pay special attention to her ass, of which she was rather proud.

It was an OK ass.

One of the highlights of working here is a bar around the corner called STUPID'S. Not because it's the greatest bar in the world but because a) it's called STUPID'S, b) the proprietor is actually called STUPID, and c) this is hanging on the wall...

 

I'm sure the townsfolk are genuinely proud of Noah, as they should be, but I'm not sure STUPID'S is the best venue for this kind of civic pride. Or maybe it is. What do I know?