When Pat was out of town last week and I was lonely and bored, I made many plans for us for this week when he would be back. He accused me of "overscheduling" us, but we are New Yorkers, damn it, and we must go out and have some fun.
Last night's fun was a comedy show called "Mr. Coconuts," at Union Hall in Park Slope. This was recommended by my friend Ann, who is a fan of Mr. Coconuts' blog. There were five comedians including the host, and for the most part they were genuinely funny. We arrived a little later than planned so we had to sit in the second row, and Pat was nervous about being the butt of any jokes, but the hipster sitting next to him pointed out that we were safe because the first row featured three old ladies who were clearly comedic material. They started giving each other uneasy and disapproving glances as soon as the second comedian began joking about being gay, and after his set they left, saying to the host, "bedtime for us!" After that the jokes about them were merciless, obviously, and just lucky for them that they were not there to hear them.
We were late because Pat had come from a work function and we still needed a bite before the show, so we went to Tomato & Basil pizzeria, right above the Union St. subway stop. We each had 2 slices; mine were the Grandma Slice and a tomato and mozzarella slice. The first was quite good and the latter was excellent, with a lovely crisp crust.
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