This weekend I was featuring at Wisecrackers in Allentown, PA, located in a Ramada Inn. I had no idea what to expect but I did know that Allentown, PA was not located in the South so there was hope. But I think most good comedians would be a little apprehensive performing at a Ramada Inn. Am I going to have to do five minutes on GPS locators before I talk about how crazy my wife, kids and in-laws are before ending with a crowd rousing bit where I bash Obama and the Middle East? Well fortunately that was not the case.
I actually went pretty grim during parts of my sets over the weekend and the crowds reacted positively for the most part. It was a good moment for me because I usually save grim personal stories for open mics and bar shows in NYC where I know they will be appreciated more. The sets went well and I sold 8 CDs which was a very good number given the crowd size and limited shows. So professionally I was very happy with the way the shows at Wisecrackers went. Here is a short clip from the show (note the handmade sign indicating that it is a “comedy club” and not in any way “the place where I eat continental breakfast each morning”):
When Saturday’s show ended something unexpected occurred. I heard one of the tables discussing swinging. Swinging, for those of you who do not know is when married couples sleep with other people. Presumably it is to keep the marriage fresh, but really it just means you are missing a normal human component that allows you to not mind seeing some dude plow your woman (or see your man do some chick). Well, my ears perked up like a golden retriever who has heard a bag of treats opening when I heard the word “swingers party.” I just thought, “these people go to swingers parties? Gross!” Both because swinging is sort of nasty and these people engaged in sex is a gross thought!”
So I was getting ready to go to the bar to hang out with a friend from college who had come to the show, but one of the waitresses shared with me that it was a hellish night. Here is the exchange:
Waitress: Oh my God, tonight has been the night from hell. The bar is all messed up
Me: Why? Are they missing someone”
Waitress: Yeah, (name I forget) had to work the swingers party on the second floor.
Me: Wait, there is actually a swingers party here?
All of a sudden, a weekend of surprisingly strong shows had the chance to elevate to an incredibly ridiculous weekend full of blog fodder. In a Ramada Inn at the bottom of a lonely hill in Allentown, PA there were a bunch of 2s and 3s swapping partners and other things. So I went to the bar to have a drink with my friend, his wife and friends of theirs (they were there for the comedy show only), but I could not stopping looking at everyone in the bar with a suspicious eye. Most of the men sort of looked like some variation of Christian Bale in The Fighter and most of the women looked like inappropriately dressed older versions of Christian Bale’s sisters in The Fighter. As I continued to watch this I decided to bring my camera from the show back to my room before someone decided to steal it and make the worst porn of all time. And then walking to my room I saw someone stepping out of the swinger party that took it to another level:
A Midget or little person!
All of a sudden I was at a loss for what the weirdest night of my life had been before February 19, 2011. It was literally like the film Eyes Wide Shut with the characters from The Hills Have Eyes. And then it would get slightly worse.
I went to my room at 1:30 ready to go to bed. As I walked to my room I realized that some of the swingers had the room next to me. And I realized that they had young children. How did I know this? Because about 20 minutes after I retired to my room I heard two young children, that I had seen wandering the halls several hours earlier (my guess – ages 10 and 7) were knocking on their door because (this is an inference, but a well-founded one) the swinger parents/guardians had locked them out of the room. So not only are swingers great partners; they’re great parents!
So the weekend was fantastic for both my stand up and for my blog. But not so much for my Twitter account. When I looked at my account last night, my shows and tweets for the weekend had only attracted one new follower “Adult Swingers Club” or something to that effect. As of this morning they are no longer following me.