Had a show last night at the New York Comedy Club. As I was leaving, this dude in the audience was literally dragging his girlfriend out. She was totally hammered. As I was saying goodbye's with a few comics outside, I noticed that she seemed barely conscious, and was draped on him as he leaned against a building. I went over to ask if she was okay.
"I think so."
Not liking his indecisive answer, I walked back into the club and tell an assistant manager to come out. By the time we got outside, she was vomiting.
The manager said, "Can you move away from the door?" and walked back in.
I love that club.
Rock On,
Aitch
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