This is the great thing about being an adult. It's Sunday and I'm just sitting around with friends talking about whatever. I mention David Spade in Vegas when we are, but we we'll be leaving before the show. I mention he's doing a show in Reno soon. When? Turns out this coming Saturday. Wow, wouldn't it be awesome if we went? Yeah....
Cut to Saturday on the road with my two friends. I wouldn't call it a road trip as it is only roughly three hours and only consisted of one rest stop. But how did this happen? How is it something we dreamed of when we were younger (that is, seeing a comedian that has shaped our mannerisms and sense of humor) is just so easy to achieve? Oh right, old enough to travel without adult supervision and have credit cards. That makes sense. So with the help of a comped room at Harrah's and the kind people at John Ascuaga's Nugget box office, we were on our way to see David Spade.
Now back in the day it was Saturday Night Live and Just Shoot Me David Spade we were familiar with. I had never see his stand-up, but my two companions had seen his Take The Hit special. Unfortunately his act consisted of about 50% of recycled material from that special. Though I wasn't aware, and they were still laughing their asses off, so it was not a tragedy. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Turns out the opening act was Todd Glass, one of the Last Comic Standing contestants. He was all right. I was on a high from jetting off to Reno on a whim and hanging out with fun gals. I sat back and enjoyed watching the other's enjoyment. And there he was on the stage. David Spade. My model for sarcasm.
He did his thing, we laughed. Good stuff. Here's what I don't get though. The chairs in front of us were empty. Good for us, fewer heads to block the view. But these people finally showed up. I couldn't tell because it was already dark and I didn't see them well but as far as I could tell they were in their late thirties. They were late. I don't get that. But of course I don't, we were jumping up and down excited about this and got there an hour and a half before it started. The about half way through the show, they got up and left. It's not a like a night club. This is a show and we paid seventy-five buck to see this. For me, even if it was a bad show, it'd stay and get the full price of enjoyment out of it. Maybe this was a comped show for them, but to me doing that is disruptive. Jerks.
Then again, I might be able to understand it. I mean he was raunchy. And a little more than offensive. He went after lesbians and terrorists (in the racist kind of way) and touched on porn, date rape and a tarantula that was high. Not the best of material. More like squirm in my seat than laughing my ass off. But like I said, it was in it for the experience, not really for the show.
What made it even funnier was staying after the show and seeing if we could catch him on the way out. The way it was set up, we had no idea where he would come from, but that didn't stop us from snooping around. My friends did at least, not me. They made the standard jokes of who to sleep with to get backstage. Of course it wouldn't come to that. It would have been flashing at the most. But they have the goods to work with so more power to them. I get celebrity proximity excitement too, so I understand.
The night ended with no signing of boobs, but three girls giggling the late into the night when they should have been sleeping. Last time I did something like that, I was afraid of waking up my friend's parents. At least this time we could be as loud as we wanted (short of the guests in the next room calling the front desk to shut us up). I have to say this adult thing rocks. It makes it easier to get more celebrity sightings, that's for sure.
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