Our Dan Fogelberg-Free Rundown of the Best New Year's Eves in Town!
I'm hitting the comedy wall, guys. How many laughs can one expunge before crying or imploding? (I'm feeling fragile, please don't break me, Bridgetown.) Guess we'll check back in on my emotional state after tonight's last round of shows.
The super important, do-or-die goal for tonight: See Emo Philips at the Bossanova's closing show. Alison called his set last night at the Set List "one of the most genuinely amazing performances [she's] ever seen." So yep, I just gotta see him.
I didn't see anything quite so transcendent last night, but there was some good shit. Local comic Susan Rice killed it with her funny and adorable randy-older-lady set at the Analog. Followed by Auggie Smith's caustic yelling which was fiery and heartwarming in equal parts.
The Wahlberg Solution at the Eagles Lodge was the apex of my Saturday night. Daniel Van Kirk strutted down the aisle as Mark Wahlberg in full swagger, to preside over a panel of celebrities. There was Baron Vaughn as the old-timey hat-doffing Lord Blackwell, inventor of the "white people are like... black people are like" jokes, and Burt Reynolds was supposed to show, but sent his kid's Little League coach Ron Donaldson (Matt Braunger) instead. Then Hillary Rodham Clinton (Emily Maya Mills) staggered onstage in a full and alarming menopausal heatwave. But it was Melissa Villasenor who stole the stage with her impersonation of kissy-lipped whisperer Owen Wilson. From there it was riff city, with the "celebrities" using news stories as loose starting points. It was a jumble of funny, with Baron Vaughn in full slow burn, by the end just sending every riff out to the bleachers, with Braunger mad-mugging beside him. It was fun and silly and I'll probably never get tired of watching stand-ups make each other break.
Bits and pieces: Check out funny mean girl Erin Dewey Lennox and the likeable hazed-and-confused comedy of Rob Haze—they both have shows tonight. Plus, the wonderfulness of James Adomian can never be overstated, and his impression of Brody Stevens evoked the early days of Bridgetown when that man was everywhere.
'Til tomorrow, fellow laughers.
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