random thoughts – Day 1,138 – (Saturday) – ha ha ha

Tonight was the second night of my April fundraiser double header weekend – comedy night presented by Scamps Comedy Productions. The event was to raise funds for our class gift to be presented to the high school in a few more years.

The setup went smoothly. We set the raffle table in the back, and spaced the rest of the tables around the dance floor because we were told the tables aren’t allowed there. The tables were covered with plastic table cloths in red and white, our school colors (which are technically red and gray, but gray tablecloths are hard to find and I know because I looked in three stores).

When the comedy team arrived, it was determined they would perform from the dance floor, and we needed to move some of the tables again so they weren’t behind the comics. The raffle table was relocated to the front of the room, to squeeze a couple more tables from the front to the back. 

Furniture relocation is one of my areas of athletic prowess, honed in fifth and sixth grade gym class when the girls were in the classroom, rearranging furniture to square dance, then moving it all back at the end of the so-called "physical education" period. Meanwhile, the boys were the basement doing pushups or outside learning baseball or something else that was actually physical and a sport. Imagine the shock in junior high when my female classmates learned there was no square dance team, the only “sport” we had learned. 

Comic in the house.

After the half hour of furniture rearranging and thirty minutes before the doors were scheduled to open, ticket holders began arriving and I may have begun to stress out a bit. Every one else seemed calm, cool and collected.

The show was funny, with four comics delivering jokes on a wide range of topics including colonoscopies and heart attacks because they read the room and saw the demographic present. They talked about playing the British American Club in Fitchburg after past career gigs at Tsongas Arena and even Las Vegas. 

After the show, we drew the raffle winners with the assistance of Dave Rattigan, the group’s leader. Half the baskets were some sort of alcohol, and the drawings were as funny as the show. Laughed my butt off. Pants no longer fit. Thanks, Scamps Comedy Productions. Now I’ll need to go shopping again.