Comedy Night Out

There is one comedy club in town and it was having its 10th anniversary party it was a huge thing. Karen's boyfriend's grandfather died* on a Thursday night very unexpectedly so since she had an extra ticket at the last minute on Friday, so I decided to be her date for the night with a group of about 15 of her college mates. Coincidentally a group of 10 other OMP people were also going, so all in all, we ended being quite a large group. The first performer came out, Dermot Whelan, and he was hilarious. At the time I did not know, but he has a morning radio show and is just inherently funny. He was asking where people where from; Any Germans in the audience? Any English in the audience? and then he would of course slag that country for stereotypes, but it was not harsh, except for the love/hate between Ireland and England. He then began talking about Irish porn, and how it does not exist in such a catholic society. This in-turn led to him asking if there were any Americans. Now at this point in the evening I am on my 4th or 5th pint and feeling pretty good so I raise my hands and yell, WOO HOO! The whole place was silent. I was the only one who cheered. And your man said "Of course ye are! Feckin loud Americans!" He then began to take the piss out of the Americans and then h e asked where in the US I was from and I said Oregon, which he had no idea where that was. He then asked Karen where she is from, Kerry (which is a small Irish town) that according to him is right next to Wisconsin. After chatting with me in front of everyone, he asked my name, which I said was Bambi without hesitation. First his mouth hung open and then he laughed so hard. I thought that Karen's eyes were going to pop out she was so shocked and Sean even spit out his beer he was so shocked. Now what possessed me to do that, I will never know, but it caught him off guard and I guess that was the point. So the comedian figured Bambi came over for the Irish porn. Later in his routine he was talking about how people in Ireland throw money at the gym all year long, but only go that one day a year. He was pretending to be working out and while flexing his butt checks, he asked " Hey Bambi, you know what muscle I am working now?!" Of course we all had a laugh and I was cheeky and gave me a big smile and nod.

He went off and there was an intermission between the next few performers. Then every single man rushed up to talk to Bambi, who knew that name would be such a hit. Sean had to fend them off for me, but for the single girls in the group, they were loving it! Then for the night, most of us girls picked a different name and alter ego to go by. I love having such an effect on people and getting them to do things they would not normally do, I am the corrupter of the group (in a good way, Mom, I promise!). Tullia was Morgana from Oregon who was 22. She is has a very thick Italian accent, but she still had the boys lining up. The next two performers were funny, but just not in a laugh out loud kind of way. As they were wrapping up the last comedian, in the background they set up a DJ table and just has he walked off , the dance party started. We danced for hours, with Sean still being our "bouncer" for the night getting rid of our unwanted suitors. Needless to say, when I am being bold, the Bambi Love name has stuck with my friends. Now who says Blonds have more fun, with a name like Bambi, there is fun galore!

*Just a side note, it is interesting that they still have wakes here. So Dave's grandpa died Thursday, they had him embalmed by Friday and brought him back in his coffin to his house where he was laid on the dining room table. The whole family and friends came over for drinks and nibbles late into the night. And with only four rooms in the whole house, you had to either be in the living room/dining room with the coffin or in the kitchen. The next morning Dave went out with his father and uncles to dig the grave at the cemetery since the funeral was that afternoon and apparently out in the country it is quite common to have the gravediggers be a little late or not really do it at all. This custom is just so different from how Americans treat death and burial.