Last night, we had tickets to go see David Cross. He, like me, is from Roswell, Georgia. He's a comedian, and he's really, really funny.
He talked about religion, guns, country music and politics. He was certainly controversial, and extremely hilarious. He even took a picture of us.
I love going to see live comedy.
When I was 20, I went to Montreal for a week to go see a bunch of live comedy.
Why, you might ask?
Well, every summer, Montreal has a week long comedy festival called Just for Laughs. I went because, I had a crush on Canada. And because I had the money, and because in the US, I couldn't, at the age of 21 get into comedy clubs because of that whole pesky drinking age thing. And, OK - I had a fake ID, though not a great one. But whatever.
I went, alone, to Canada. I stayed in a hostel for a week, and during the day, I went to museums, wandered the city, went to a movie, took lots of pictures and basically tooled around. At night, I went to shows. Little clubs with no-namers, a big headliner show at a nice theater.
It was a good week. Fun. Independent. Lonely, a little. But live comedy, good food - and Canada, dammit.
That same summer, I performed stand-up at the Punchline in Atlanta as part of a class my mother signed me up for. I didn't suck.
I ended up taking a ton of improv classes later. But I still think stand-up was my stronger genre.
I kind of miss it.
But I still love to go watch.
ae
He talked about religion, guns, country music and politics. He was certainly controversial, and extremely hilarious. He even took a picture of us.
I love going to see live comedy.
When I was 20, I went to Montreal for a week to go see a bunch of live comedy.
Why, you might ask?
Well, every summer, Montreal has a week long comedy festival called Just for Laughs. I went because, I had a crush on Canada. And because I had the money, and because in the US, I couldn't, at the age of 21 get into comedy clubs because of that whole pesky drinking age thing. And, OK - I had a fake ID, though not a great one. But whatever.
I went, alone, to Canada. I stayed in a hostel for a week, and during the day, I went to museums, wandered the city, went to a movie, took lots of pictures and basically tooled around. At night, I went to shows. Little clubs with no-namers, a big headliner show at a nice theater.
It was a good week. Fun. Independent. Lonely, a little. But live comedy, good food - and Canada, dammit.
That same summer, I performed stand-up at the Punchline in Atlanta as part of a class my mother signed me up for. I didn't suck.
I ended up taking a ton of improv classes later. But I still think stand-up was my stronger genre.
I kind of miss it.
But I still love to go watch.
ae
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