Sunday Pt 2 - Strip Comedy (Toronto Edition)

Now I can tell everyone wants to know what happened to us in that dark alley. While a 6 man team could have beaten anything, we were undisturbed in our short jaunt through the blackness. We emerged on the other side, unscathed, on Bloor St. By this point, we had carefully recycled our road pops (most of them), and we were once again prepared to take on the big city.

We found the comedy bar without a problem. As advertised, we were in for a night of cheap entertainment. The time we'd spent together already, at the BBQ, and surely what was to come, would of course be priceless.

When we first walked into the bar we must have looked lost. Quickly within about 2 minutes we'd been approached twice, to make sure we knew exactly where the show was located. A girl named Georgea, was the second person to kindly direct us towards the strip comedy show. I happened to be alone for this encounter, as I was at the back of our conga line. My friends, unfortunately, missed the starstruck look on my face as I said "Hey! You're the girl from the poster!" She confirmed that it was in fact her, and disappeared, as the show was about to begin.

On the way into the show I was pleased to see another familiar face. The man responsible for getting me out that night, Evan, was hanging around outside the room where the performance was to take place. This was the first time I'd seen Evan in around 5 years, so we were both excited. After a quick chat, it was time for the show to start. None of us really knew exactly what strip comedy entailed, but we were about to find out.

Previous to the show, we thought we could manipulate the show to our manly benefit. The poster read that comedians who bomb would have to strip. We were all on the same page that we would cheer for the men and boo the ladies. Great idea in theory, but we found out from the start that there was a judging system to prevent our disgraceful behaviour.

The show turned out to be pretty normal, with barely any actual stripping. Having said that, we were definitely not disappointed. The comedians were all hilarious and we were all getting an intense abdominal workout through the laughter.

Eventually it was Evan's turn to perform. While there wasn't much stripping for most of the show, Evan had a special surprise in store for us. He got up there and was pretty funny. Now I wouldn't be telling the whole story if I didn't mention the bombs. There were a few punch lines that just didn't quite hit home, and it wasn't long before Evan was telling jokes in his boxers. He ended up leaving us with an amazing joke about buying socks and boxers, which thankfully prevented me from being scarred for life.

Out of the 6 of us guys, Femi was the most willing to interact with the comedians while they were performing. One of the comedians mentioned that he was living in a basement and Femi saw an opportunity to make a connection when he shouted out, "living at home?" The comedian who was performing took it as being a cat call. While he did acknowledge it, he moved on with his show pretty quickly.

At this point one of the co-hosts jumped in and said "wait!" He went on to read Femi like a book. The male co-host said that Femi sounded like he probably lived at home, and even went on to guess that he was probably in public relations. Bang on! At this point none of us could control our laughter. That had to be the highlight of the show!

After the show we spent some time with Evan and the other comedians. Eventually we heard that the party was actually shifting next door to a bar called the Piston. We lost most of our 6 man team at this point as Saw, Melvin, Rimoun and Ahbi all had work early the next day. Evan joined our crew, and the 3 of us strolled a few doors down to the next bar.

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