Not gonna lie, I’m feeling a bit, well, dejected at the moment. Deeply.
Nothing superficial – no boy drama or insecurities about how I look. No, this is character-level.
In the past 24 hours, I feel as though I’ve been the butt end of two very bad jokes.
Allow me to set the stage:
It doesn’t matter how long you live in NYC, there is always something new and interesting to do. Another pocket of culture to discover. Another hidden gem just waiting to be explored.
And last night, I found myself in one of those places.
I went to a comedy club.
I know. These are not new. News Flash: They’re all over the country.
But I’ve actually never been to live stand up comedy before. And, to be completely honest, I was bracing myself for some seriously raunchy material, and I was actually…
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