This weekend, RQS and I decided to go to the Eastville Comedy Club to see Janeane Garafalo. RQS had gotten free tickets to the comedy club the week before, and we planned our weekend around meeting in NYC, then proceeding to Westchester for the next few nights.As usual, I decided to park at Croton-Harmon for two reasons - I was leery of being late for a train, and there would be twice as many trains taking us home than would be if I parked at Cortlandt. So, I caught a local train into the city, and made it to the restaurant a little bit earlier than expected. RQS was comfortable with me meeting her in Marian Mode, and we ate out before the show at one of our favorite Indian restaurants, Ghandi Cafe, on Bleecker street.
Around 6:45, we paid the bill and went to the subway for our trip to Brooklyn. Luckily, the comedy club was in Downtown Brooklyn, a short distance from where RQS used to work. We reached the place at 7:30, and sat down to wait for the comedy to begin. The crowd came in, but the air conditioning didn't come on until the MC started with his gags. So I wished I could have waited in another area until the room cooled down - which was 20 minutes into the show.
Going to a comedy club is hit and miss at best for me. I've found that most comics aren't that funny, and this Friday's performers confirmed my belief. The MC was funny, but the second comedian lingered too long on a sexual act. Then Janeane Garafalo came on, and we were bored by her rambling. At least, she warned the audience about it before she started. (As an aside, I had a short, pleasant exchange of words with her before I took a bio-break.) It was a shame that I missed half of the next comedian's set, as he was the funniest of all. At least the fifth person on stage was relatively funny, and we left for home after she finished her set.
The trip to Croton was uneventful, and we were both glad to go to bed - even if I had a hard time sleeping (as usual).
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Saturday came, and we were both very tired. This was a day that I had planned to go to the bank, drop off a couple of donation bags, and then pick up some food for dinner at Uncle Giuseppe's. By the time we got home, we weren't in the mood to do much. But we cooked dinner and found some something lacking - there was no flavor in the sausage I had bought. Given that a home cooked meal can be hit or miss, I'd call this meal as not even hitting the target. Next time, I'll plan better.
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Sunday found us without energy. However, we finally got all the financial details worked out for our California cruise and booked it. (I'll bet that the travel agent thought we weren't serious about using his services until we booked with him. He may have been burnt too many times by too many people comparison shopping, and wasting his time.) Given that the only reason we are going to LA will be to see my uncle, we feel that using an Uber to get to a restaurant may be the best use of our money.
When the evening came, RQS suggested that I get dressed as Marian, and we went out for ribs. Although RQS suggested Boston Market, thinking of the last time we wanted ribs and got an order of chicken instead, I suggested a nearby Chinese Buffet - and she loved the idea. Two or three plates later, we were both sated, and ready for the bill. She thought we had spent more for this meal than on Boston Market, I corrected her - we only spent $5 more (before tip), and got much more value in return.
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Monday came, and RQS had to go home. I wasn't in the mood to go out as Marian on a rainy day, so I got dressed as Mario and reluctantly took RQS to the station to go home. Arriving home, RQS said that her cats wouldn't leave her alone until they were fed - and that they both wanted her attention, as they probably missed her over the weekend....
