Folks, tomorrow night I’m very suddenly doing a show at the PIT.

Be there if you can! I’m going to get to screw around with a microphone for longer than usual for the first time in NYC.

EDIT: Yeah, so it turns out that this isn’t happening. So like if anyone wants to hang out…

Here it is.

But really, here it is:

Looking for the jokes

Damn, but I can make an exit. Here we go, folks.

I got on a plane for New York City — leaving Boulder for the last time — just before 1 o’clock this morning. While most of last week was filled with various rugs being yanked out from under me, getting on that plane was a huge relief, because I ended up exhausted on a redeye flight sitting next to the loud drunk guy with the loud ringtone.

I’d seen him in the airport and figured right away that being his airborne neighbor would be the only way the world would let me out of this. Chief Niwot, fate, the comedy gods. I don’t know. But I was meant to leave Boulder crunched next to a mix of the Verizon “can you hear me now?” guy and Will Ferrell’s character from “Old School.”

As a huge fan of comedy and sometimes a student, I can recognize a punch line a mile away. Sometimes it’s tough to find the joke, though. Help.

Punch line: As a guy who spent most of his 2½ years in Colorado resenting the populations outside of Denver and Boulder primarily for their voting habits, the best time I had all week was a night at Oskar Blues up in Lyons. I knew it was going to be a good night when the woman singing ended a song as we entered and yelled out, “Hey, (Drinkin’ Boots), where’s your robot suit?” Read the rest of this entry »