I was so bored one Saturday night that I let my boyfriend persuade me into attending a stand-up comedy show that I so much despise. I usually skip the Comedy Central Extra channel every time I see one of those shows on TV, but I was promised a romantic dinner afterwards, so I decided to give it a chance. I had nothing better to do anyway; the choice wasn’t much better at the movies either.
We entered the club to a crowd full of people eagerly waiting for the comedian to come out. Everyone was clearly joyful and in a good mood and I must say, I started feeling bad that I approached this with a negative feeling. And when he finally appeared, he started off with funny one liners, obviously relating to his best friend’s wife and their recently started newly-wed life. Whether he was making this up at the moment, he had it prepared on a list before going out to stage or this friend really existed; truth is, his jokes were really funny.
Now that I recollect my memories of the night, I think I finally got to understand what the point of stand-up actually was. It’s not that this comedian’s male versus female power anecdotes were that amusing. It was all about collective laughter. People were laughing with his jokes, not at them, because most of them found these silly everyday mishaps so familiar they could relate to them. We all have a foolish quarrel or unfortunate “my husband used all my tampons on the dog” incident to share. And when you see everyone around you laughing, you can’t resist not sharing a smirk. That’s exactly the beauty of these kinds of entertaining gatherings – stupid jokes we can all relate to.
And let me tell you, this guy was loaded with them. That’s the good thing about stand up – no one gets offended and the comic even makes fun of his own personal characteristics. The one we went to see was pretty open-minded and started sharing some juicy details about crazy things he used to do in his youth. The audience especially loved his section on funny pick up lines he used to woo the girls. Some of them were so hysterical I couldn’t possibly imagine where he was getting them from. Moreover, how any girl could ever fall for such a cheesy sense of humor! He was actually very creative near the end and involved several spectators to share their own funny texts they sent or received. Some of them were very sassy, indeed, and the most hilarious joke I probably heard all night was about a guy whose autocorrect option ruined everything even before he ever got a chance with the girl.
Well, I can’t say that I didn’t have fun. I didn’t enjoy it as much as the others, I suppose, but I was in a different state of mind. I was there to be a hater at first, but then, as it turned out, I began to analyze the crowd and enjoy myself in the way. Turned out even stupid jokes can still entertain you when you’re surrounded by contagious giggles. Would I do it again? Maybe not in the next 5-10 years. But it was worth the laughter, and definitely worth the dinner afterwards.
Here are some of the jokes that really made me laugh:
I asked my grandma if she had ever tried 69. She said, “No, but I have done 53 — that’s all the sailors I could screw in one night.”
Q: What do you call a one-man quickie?
A: A yankee.
Q: What comes after 69?
Q: Why did the mirror have holes in it?
A: A moron kept trying to shoot himself.
Q: What is every blonde’s ambition?
A: To be like Vanna White and learn the alphabet.