How did I come to have my face buried in a strange man’s armpit last night?? Well, I wish I could say “this sort of thing NEVER happens to me”, but regular readers here know that’s just not the case.

If it’s not being approached by the well-lubricated participants of a stagette at the neighbourhood bar, or being singled out at a comedy club in NYC over my “man cleavage” (for the love of Pete, it was summer, and it gets HOT in NYC!!), I have an innate ability to draw the attention of performers looking for an easy, friendly mark.

Hey, if it works, more power to them – and judging by the muffled laughter I could hear outside of the pit job I was receiving, the crowd loved the comic’s bit last night. Kind of like the ever-shirtless comedian Will Ferrell, this gentleman’s act incorporated general nudity above the beltline, as he wrapped up his performance by wandering into the crowd, and somehow along the way managed to get me involved in his finale. Somewhat sweaty involvement...

This was all part of the weekly “Going To Hell Sundays”, at Calgary’s Balance Lounge:

http://www.balancelounge.com/balance-events.html

Billed as a night of shock/dirty comedy, I would have to agree, or at least my fogged, soiled glasses would attest to the premise. A combination of local headliners, out-of-town guest comics, and open mic participants, not a bad way to spend a night out – I was there to meet up with a visiting family member in town briefly to attend a funeral – so not the best of circumstances. However, plenty of laughs helps temper a somber mood – I’d say a good time was had by all.

In some cases, too much of a good time, perhaps…

Check it out, if you’re in the area – Sunday nights.

In other news, two weeks today and still waiting for my Stage West review to appear, but I hope to wrap up the audio interview with Jamie Farr by Tuesday the latest, and I’ll post the link here as per usual.

Chow for now!!