Comedy Clubs

My boo and I have a date tonight.  He told me to plan it.  He probably told me to plan it because I hate making decisions.  My little brother told him to start making me make decisions so I could get better at it.  I don't like this whole collusion thing they have going on...

So, this is what he gets - a date at open mic night.  I've never been before and it is something new.  And they have a hummus platter and guacamole, so there's my dinner.  Couldn't be more excited about that.

Now, I'm a little nervous.  Comedians can be mean sometimes, and I've seen on TV, they pick someone out of the crowd to poke fun at.  So help me God, if I start getting picked on while shoveling guacamole in my mouth and I drop some on my shirt, tomatoes flying will be the least of that comedian's problem.

However, I did think of a great comeback if the comedian says something like "Oh hey, look at those two on a date.  On a date where they don't have to talk to each other.  What a great relationship."

I'm going to respond in kind "yea, so what if we don't like talking.  And I beat him in public and he beats me in private.  That way it's socially acceptable, I mean, we must have a pretty good thing going on since so far we haven't gotten arrested.  Overall, we're pretty happy."  Deadpan and straight face.

The only person who will probably be laughing is my boo, who knows that quite often we illicit strange looks from people walking down the street because I'm deadpanning some joke while he "seriously" threatens me bodily harm. 

Yea, someone call 9-1-1.  Shawty fire burning on the dance floor.  Oh, and these people are about to beat each other up.



(Chalk this one up to a badly told story.  My  next post will be about how I'm listening to podcasts of storytelling in order to get better at it.........)