I may not beat Mari to this, but it’s worth a shot.
So the six of us did all manage to see the show at Harvey’s tonight. I had enough chemicals in me to stave off pain in addition to addling my little grey cells. After slurping down our $3.00 glasses of ice (with a bit of Sprite for flavoring), Wendi and I waited with Mari, Doug, Lilith and Geoffrey for the chance to be seated right next to the exit door and close enough to the stage to guarantee being picked on at least once during the show.
Lucky me. The first comic, James P. Connolly, was one of those who enjoys interacting with audience members, and there must’ve been something about me that appealed to his sense of… well, I’m not sure what it was exactly, though “sadism” comes to mind.
“What’s your name?”
“Carl.” (I wasn’t about to say “Care-Ell,” now was I?)
“Nope. For the rest of the evening you shall be… d’Artagnan.”
“Ooookay.”
(later…)
“What do you do for a living, d’Artagnan?”
“Computer stuff.”
“Stuff? You don’t have a job, do you?”
“Yes I do.”
“Okay. You get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, head out the front door and go… where?”
“To a place with lots of computers.”
Yes, I know. I could have talked up the fact that I work in radio. Much comedic mileage in there, for certain. I blame my stupidity on the Vicodin. At least, that’s my convenient excuse for today.
Anyway, he came back to me (as it were) about a half dozen more times during his set, usually in reference to how someone else was cooler than me. Or for something like this:
“…there’s one thing every guy wants from a woman. What is that, d’Artagnan?”
“Only one thing?”
“C’mon, what’s the one thing you want from a woman?”
“Love.”
“You are a spineless wuss!”
” (shrug) “
Truth be told, it was quite a bit of fun. My only regret is that my brain wasn’t awake enough to try to throw the guy any curve balls to see what he’d do. He was certainly clever enough.
My friends… my dear, dear friends… had quite a ball as I gamely fielded jabs and questions from Mr. Connolly. Mari insists that I’m no longer Her Internet Hero or Lil’s Number One (Internet) Fanboy.
I am now… d’Artagnan.
Please note that there are precisely six people on the planet to whom I will actually respond if called this, one of whom I’ll probably never meet again (thanks, James P. Connolly). If you are not one of those six people, don’t bother trying out my new nickname. I will ignore you. Nothing personal, you understand, it’s just that you had to be there.
Harvey’s Comedy Club
