First show Saturday, I had one of those comedy moments that will stay with me for the rest of my comedy life.
About 4-5 minutes into my set, I ended a joke using the word "titty." For some reason, this made a guy in the front row laugh so hard he spit his beer on me.
Since I am the one who is making the jokes, rarely do I genuinely laugh hard while I'm performing. But, I howled. The guy was mortified, my pants were wet and it produced one of the longest sustained audience reactions I've experienced in quite some time.
Reluctantly, the gentleman told me his name is Nathan. He continued to be a good sport throughout the show even though I referred to him a number of times. At one point, a bunch of drinks fell off a table in the back of the room. Another audience member yelled, "Nathan?!" We all howled again.
When I got home Sunday night, I had received Facebook friend requests from both Nathan and his boyfriend, Raymond. After a few back and forth postings, I discovered that Raymond and I are from the same neighborhood in Philadelphia.
He lived only a few blocks from my grandmother's house. Even though I am 11 years his senior, there is still a good possibility that we saw each other at the playground, at the supermarket or while heading to school.
How strange that in 2010, we would be in Asheville, NC, laughing because his boyfriend covered me with lager.
That's why I love traveling all over this great land of ours doing comedy. You never know who you're going to meet.