A friend of mine was dragged to a community event by her boss to help as alcohol and ticket purveyor for what was to be a comedy show last Friday. My boyfriend and I didn't have plans for the evening, so we decided to take her invitation, especially because I love comedy. Things seemed great, I was in a really good mood with good wine and a wonderful man by my side. And then the "comedy" began.
The billing and description of the event stated that comedy was the focus, nay the raison d'ĂȘtre of the performers that night. So I was a little surprised when it opened with two acoustic songs; Daydream Believer and King of the Road. The guy was really good, and I love that first song. Then the improv started, as unexpected as it was bizarre. "Brought to [us] by the reflex that makes [us] go; woah! [as they began ducking dramatically]"
Then a few jokes slip through, most bad, a couple genuinely funny, several that I'm pretty sure were extremely racist although I didn't understand why people laughed at them so I don't know. And apparently one joke that went right over my head about him using a public bathroom or something, and mocking trans people.
Most of it was not funny, and boring. Throughout the first hour of it I steadily get more perplexed, my boyfriend suggested that we leave after receiving a texted offer to refund our money with an apology from our friend who was suffering with us. I didn't want to be rude, and I had a glass full of wine so I figured I'd endure and hang out/ help her get out of there quicker after. I can be exceptionally patient...
Then, finally, Michael Meehan, one of three brothers performing that night, starts his stand up routine as I'm nursing my third small plastic cup of pretty good Cabernet. To the best of my recollection, it went something like this:
"I live on the other side of the tunnel in [San Francisco] and, you know, we have so many ->-bleeped-<-s out there, there's a Victoria's Secret Big & Tall store... blah blah blah..." [cue tenuous laughter]
I turned to my boyfriend, said "I'm done." Downed the last two sips of wine, went over to the trash can, chucked the cup, and left the building.
He may insult the comedy gods and everyone's intelligence, but when he insulted me, I had indirectly paid him to do so. I knew there was no point staying, because I'd never find him entertaining after that. I was upset, it caught me off guard, especially because of my deeply ingrained body issues as well as his cavalier attitude. It wasn't even a funny transphobic joke, not that I can think of one. I found out later that not only were we not the first people to walk out, but that Michael went on to say a bunch of misogynist bs as well. So I left at a good time :/
My boyfriend came through for me in a big way. He left with me, hugged me, and calmed me down, at least until I wasn't on the verge of angry tears. Our friend felt horrible and refunded the tickets I bought despite her boss' objections. Her boss apparently thought my skin was too thin if I was offended by a little joke. Instead of caving, my friend went to bat for me and didn't back down. We met for a small dinner, some drinks, some cake and I took care of the check. And then I proceeded to get drunk in a pointless and failed attempt to forget. Sigh....
Hugs,
- Katie
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