Now it all makes sense ….. sort of.
After writing my last blog post about my weird night at the comedy club, a friend of Chuck Costanzo (one of the comedians) leaves a comment on the post that there was a “swingers convention” in attendance that night at the show. This explains a lot.
I Am Not Making This Up
My friend Lori (not the same Lorrie from the club) has accused me in the past of making my stories up. Well Lori, I really hope this proves to you that I don’t. No, I am not a fiction writer. Unfortunately this does prove just how bizarre my life really is. Who walks alone unbeknownst into a room full of swingers? Who does that? I believe that I could have my own reality show, because my life is so utterly wacked out. I could keep up with the Kardashians. Okay I couldn’t keep up with the sexual activity of the Kardashians, but what human could? Maybe a rabbit on a good night. But my stories are basically true. I do admit that some are enhanced with a bit of literary Viagra, but I only do that to firm up the humor.
Advice From An Old Friend
After reading the post, my good friend Grace chastised me for attending the show without my wife. Grace has been chastising me since our high school days. This proves two things: I am still a goofball and Grace hasn’t changed much.
But I don’t think her opinion on this subject is valid. I shudder to think what might of happened if my wife was with me that night. The couple at our table may have thought we were new members of the swingers group. If Lorrie said the same things to me that night with my wife present, there would have been some serious swinging. I would have hoped that Lorrie was into S&M, because she would have experienced some serious pain. It would have been difficult to explain to the police however.
Things I Now Understand
I evidently was sitting right in the middle of the swingers group. I found it odd that many of these people seemed to know each other, but were not socializing with each other. I now know why. You’ve heard that having sex with someone can ruin a previously great (platonic) relationship (remember the Seinfeld episode). So in the swingers’ world, doesn’t it reason that having a friendly relationship with fellow “participants” can ruin great sex?
I also now understand “Lady Gagme”, who was no doubt part of the swingers group. If you are accustomed to being naked around and having sex with strangers, then wearing lingerie in public is really no big deal. Maybe the outfit was strategic in that she could be the first one naked at the group meeting after the show. Remember, the early bird gets the worm. Now you might consider that cheating, but uh, that’s the whole point, isn’t it.
One More Incident
There was one additional incident that night that didn’t make sense at the time. There was this hot blond prancing around the club in a very short skirt. I assume she was part of the group. I was worried that if she sat in the front row with her legs crossed, that Chuck might get distracted and mess up his routine. But apparently Chuck is a professional who is able to stare at a hoo-hah and make people laugh at the same time.
However when I was leaving the club, blondie was engaged in a conversation and was partially blocking the narrow hallway leading to the back exit. I walked up to the opening and stopped, needing her to move to able to pass through. She stopped talking, looked right at me and then resumed the conversation without budging an inch. Now I can make it through the opening, but not without making some contact with her bodacious booty.
So I now have three options. First, I could tap her on the shoulder and ask her to please move so I can get through. This is the only option if this is a guy blocking the hallway and I’m sure the option that my friend Grace would prefer. I could “back” through the opening so any contact would be cheek to cheek. And of course I could scoot through front first. I won’t reveal which option I chose, but I will say I left the comedy club that night with a huge smile on my face – and that’s the whole purpose of going, right?
Here's how I felt that evening:
Well I not sure what is going on hereI made friends fast but I starting to fear
Yeh this chick is really hitting on me
I just wish she’d stop squeezin’ my knee
Swingers to left of meSwappers to the right
Here I am, stuck in the middle it’s true ………