Friday, April 24, 2015

Air BnB

Here's the deal:

We did Air in Lyon eight months ago and it was perfect. Nice place, good location, wonderful landlords...everything you want. This is how it works in Brooklyn:

Heavy on the weed. Swim through it to find your room. No worries, the bed is clean and comfy and it's on a quiet street. There's a fast Chinese place up a block with good noodles. You get back and park your ass and noodles on the couch, and dinner is augmented with...spanking. Apparently this is still a thing. My host was, um, hosting a clearly Asian woman who enjoyed having her backside slapped in the other room. She cooed. I ate really good chow fun. And then the violent fucking, also in the other room.

There is a certain kind of fluorescent ambiance from which chow fun benefits when other fun is being had. It's food with an unexpected and uniquely acoustic element.

Prior to the noodles, I killed it on stage at the Gotham Comedy Club with a rather ribald tale of a required college writing seminar. I'll post the video if it shows up. With a description of how and why I was there in the first place.

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