Comedy Shows

Since moving to New York I have taken on an interest in comedy shows. Might of started with going to see my old roommates, Nate and Zach perform improv at the Upright Citizens Brigade. But the more I think about that statement the more I think that would have discouraged me to go to more shows! So let me rephrase that and say I have taken interest in Stand Up Comedy Shows. There are some decent ones scattered down on Macdougal Street in the Village but they can be cheap and kind of corny. I favor Carolines on Broadway, literally located in the center of Times Square. I know, I know, sounds gross and a total tourist trap, but they have some decent comedians and not super expensive. I've seen everyone from Dave Attell to Tracy Morgan to Louis CK. 

Funny story about the Tracy Morgan show. I went with Phil and his business school friend Wonita. We were sitting in the first row. And because they usually cram as many people as possible into this little arena, our table was touching the stage. Literally half my body was on stage. I knew from there I would be getting some attention from Mr. Morgan. (Side note: Carolines has a bar/restaurant outside the stage arena, and if you eat dinner there before your show you get priority seating right as the show starts. So no waiting in line for us. The food is decent bar food, a little expensive, but remember we're in Times Square.) I love Morgan. Half the shit he says I don't understand and he has a tendency to repeat himself. But with all of that said, he's funny as hell. I recently watched his stand up act on HBO with my parents and my dad thought he was actually retarded. 

Back to the Carolines bit. During Morgans show he's calling out people in the audience and just completely ripping on them. Making fun of these poor midwesterners and shining the light on them. I knew my time was coming soon. I was trying to act cool and collective, drinking my Amstel Light and minding my own business. Because my damn legs are so long, I couldn't comfortably put them under our small table so I was resting my brand new Kobe's and my legs on the stage. Morgan sees me doing this and stares at me. I knew my roasting time has come. He made some joke about white people building up their anger inside them and then burst one day, a la Columbine or the Oklahoma City bombing. He said black people in da hood get pissed off and just shoot someone right then and there. Black people wont go on a rampage and kill 20 people at once like white people do. They might kill one person a day for 20 days! He then said, pointing me out, yes watch out for this guy cautiously sipping his beer. I laughed, Phil and Wonita started cracking up and it got a big roar from the crowd. Only if he knew I don't have stress in my life. Only is Morgan knew, "Hey, I'm retired at 28!"