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Friend's in town on a business trip. Took the train in yesterday so we could hang out for a while. Had a lot of fun. We ended up going to a comedy show. Some guy in Times Square (paid to be there by the club) sold us half price tickets, and... why not?
The guy said it was like "Whose Line Is It Anyway," but live in the club. I thought he was just being patronizing, assuming we didn't know what improv was. Turns out... not so much. Almost all the games they played were taken directed from Whose Line. Also, the club turns out to have multiple stages. We ended up in a little room in the back of the third floor.
Still, it was a lot of fun. There was a group of women in the audience (making up about 1/3 of the audience, actually, since the audience was so small) from a hairstyling convention. That ended up factoring into a lot of stuff. Especially when one of them mentioned that her specialty was "the inverted bob." (My immediate thought: "Isn't that 'pop'?")
After the improv, though, they brought in a stand-up comic to close things. Instead of doing his bit, he ended up just talking to us the whole time. Again, fun. But... he seemed dumbfounded by my hat. See, for the fun of it, I went in wearing my beanie copter. Yes, I actually have one. Drew the one in my icon based on it. Except that the real one has a PROPELLERHEAD bumper sticker on it. Comic asked me why I was wearing it. (I think maybe he'd never seen one before?) He totally didn't get it. Not even when I told him because it makes people smile. (What was nice was that someone a few tables over vocally agreed.)
I don't get it. I barely stopped myself from answering his question with a question. "How can you be on that stage and have to ask me that?"
Almost asked him when we bumped into him on the street several blocks over, but... ah well.
Caught a late dinner at a place called the Flame Diner. And then realized that if it's open 24/7, it's an eternal Flame!
And then caught the last train home before the 3-hour gap. Two guys in the seat in front of me were coming back to their hotel from a drunken night on the town. Oddly enough, two others from their group (including one very loud and very very blonde girl) happened to have found seats a couple of rows over across the aisle in the same car. So they were kind of shouting back and forth a bit, but not too much. Mostly quiet. But they'd gotten on the train without knowing how, exactly, it was going to take them to their hotel. Conductor gave them some advice, but incomplete and too fast for their drunken heads. So, after mulling over their options, I filled things in for them before they got off (speaking to the one who seemed most sober).
But it also turns out that one of their group had gotten separated from them. (Apparently running past the blonde without her noticing.) Seems he'd paused to... relieve himself. Against the wall of a subway station. In plain view of a previously unnoticed cop. Running ensued. And... that was the last they'd heard of him. He had no cash. Had run out into the open streets to escape the cop. Was not answering his phone. And probably didn't know how to get to the hotel. And, oh yes, had missed the last train of the night. Sober guy: "You realize we'll probably never see him again." But his attempts to get the other three to care or at least comment entirely failed. I wonder what happened.
The guy said it was like "Whose Line Is It Anyway," but live in the club. I thought he was just being patronizing, assuming we didn't know what improv was. Turns out... not so much. Almost all the games they played were taken directed from Whose Line. Also, the club turns out to have multiple stages. We ended up in a little room in the back of the third floor.
Still, it was a lot of fun. There was a group of women in the audience (making up about 1/3 of the audience, actually, since the audience was so small) from a hairstyling convention. That ended up factoring into a lot of stuff. Especially when one of them mentioned that her specialty was "the inverted bob." (My immediate thought: "Isn't that 'pop'?")
After the improv, though, they brought in a stand-up comic to close things. Instead of doing his bit, he ended up just talking to us the whole time. Again, fun. But... he seemed dumbfounded by my hat. See, for the fun of it, I went in wearing my beanie copter. Yes, I actually have one. Drew the one in my icon based on it. Except that the real one has a PROPELLERHEAD bumper sticker on it. Comic asked me why I was wearing it. (I think maybe he'd never seen one before?) He totally didn't get it. Not even when I told him because it makes people smile. (What was nice was that someone a few tables over vocally agreed.)
I don't get it. I barely stopped myself from answering his question with a question. "How can you be on that stage and have to ask me that?"
Almost asked him when we bumped into him on the street several blocks over, but... ah well.
Caught a late dinner at a place called the Flame Diner. And then realized that if it's open 24/7, it's an eternal Flame!
And then caught the last train home before the 3-hour gap. Two guys in the seat in front of me were coming back to their hotel from a drunken night on the town. Oddly enough, two others from their group (including one very loud and very very blonde girl) happened to have found seats a couple of rows over across the aisle in the same car. So they were kind of shouting back and forth a bit, but not too much. Mostly quiet. But they'd gotten on the train without knowing how, exactly, it was going to take them to their hotel. Conductor gave them some advice, but incomplete and too fast for their drunken heads. So, after mulling over their options, I filled things in for them before they got off (speaking to the one who seemed most sober).
But it also turns out that one of their group had gotten separated from them. (Apparently running past the blonde without her noticing.) Seems he'd paused to... relieve himself. Against the wall of a subway station. In plain view of a previously unnoticed cop. Running ensued. And... that was the last they'd heard of him. He had no cash. Had run out into the open streets to escape the cop. Was not answering his phone. And probably didn't know how to get to the hotel. And, oh yes, had missed the last train of the night. Sober guy: "You realize we'll probably never see him again." But his attempts to get the other three to care or at least comment entirely failed. I wonder what happened.