Had a show at Gotham - one of the other comics on the card is around my level, but is ultra-competitive. When he found out I was performong too, he bumped fists with me while warning, "You better bring your A-Game...I sure am." Umm, yeah, whatever.
I did my set...did well. After he did his set (he did well too), he walked over to me, pretended to stick his finger in his mouth, then pretended to drag it on the ground, because you see, as he said, "He scorched the earth." Umm, yeah, whatever.
Afterwards, me and some friends who came (thanks Deeanna and Kim!) went to dinner. One of Deeanna's friends came by, wearing a suit, and a baseball cap backwards (the cap, not the suit). I'm already like, "Umm, yeah, whatever." But halfway through dinner, he told us that he was born in Iran and his father, being a big shot in the government, used to play chess with the Shah!
Chess with the Shah!
I immediately found him ten times more fascinating. SO from now on, especially on dates, I'm gonna tell people that my dad played tetherball with the Ayatollah. If they aren't sufficiently impressed, I'll add that my uncle played foosball with Noriega. That aughtta do it.
Rock On,
Aitch
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