a comedy tonight

First note: We got the apartment. It's been a hellish cross-continental exchange between Sabra, her mom and aunt, my dad and me (we need guarantors, since we're not rolling in dough), but it's set. Tomorrow I go to sign the lease!

So I'm leaving the UWS just as I've made friends in the hood. There's a whole lot of young people quietly living up here, a bunch of whom are friends with each other. I met the three guys who live in apt 33 (my number) in the building next door, and one of them invited me to his comedy show tonight. Well, it got cancelled because the bar where they hold their shows is shutting down - today! Rising rents... Seems to be the theme around here...

So instead they had everybody over to some friends' apartment on 104th st. - a nice, big place shared by four people, and a regular party evolved into singing and sketches by the comedy troupe. The best one was a skit where two British guys were interviewing babysitter candidates. Among the motley crew, a detective in hat came in and started spewing off names involving children's book titles. "That Amelia Bedelia, etc." The best joke was something like: "Now, Madeline I like. She's a sweet French number. She'd make Clifford the Big Red Dog sit up and say 'Woof.' She gave Alexander a terrible, horrible no good, very bad...boner." When I heard that I nearly fell off my chair.