We have tried for the entire 5 years we’ve been in New England (MA and now NH) to get tickets to Comics come Home. The minor drawback of a person who rarely rises that early on a Saturday (10 AM ticket sale opening day) and a show that sells out in no time has been a big road block. This year, we finally got tickets! That’s where we were all night tonight.
It was a blast! It was in the Agganis Arena at BU, which I’d never been to before. It’s quite a nice venue. We found the venue just fine (495S/93S/Storrow Dr/Commonwealth Ave) after deciding to drive instead of taking public transportation. We’d heard this event tended to run late, and while the T (subway) in Boston runs until the wee hours, the Commuter Rail into NH does not. Lucky thing, too – it started at 7:30 and went until nearly midnight.
We ate at Qdoba Mexican Grill first, which is an assembly line style Mexican place. It sounded strange, but we have learned that the longer the line of people and the more different types of people in line, the better the food, and it didn’t dissappoint. It was not swoon-worthy Mexican food, but we were happy with what we ordered. Plus, we got three tacos, a taco salad, some rice dishes and drinks for under $20 and they made it spicy enough to keep the taste buds happy. You can’t beat that.
We had absolutely awesome seats (Sec 102, Row A) with a great view of the comedians. All 13 of them – there were so many it’s no wonder the show ran long. Plus I got to say a pleasant hello to Joe Perry as he walked by. SQUEEEEEE! In fact, there was some serious Star gazing to be done in general – we were right behind the big kahuna floor seats. Tom Hamilton was there to introduce one of the comedians, too, and that was nice. He’s been successful so far in his battle with cancer, and I’m glad. He looked really good. So did Joe. Yum.
Perry snuck by to play in the show toward the end, playing guitar on the Asshole song with the Asshole Band and Denis Leary. That was fun. Leary also brought his son up on stage to sing with him on another song – a very tall, very thin, very shy teenager gamely banging his tambourine and singing along.
Most of the comedians were absolutely stellar. Leary was on his game all night, of course, since Comics Come Home is his pet project, and all proceeds benefit the Cam Neely Cancer Foundation. Steven Wright was there, and he was good, but not as sharp as I remember him being in years past. In fact, out of 14 comedians only one was downright bad, and one mediocre – everyone else kept us laughing our asses off all night long.
There was a local comedian who opened, and he wasn’t bad, but we’d seen him at Nick’s Comedy Stop before when he was better. I think he was nervous playing with the big boys.
There was one comedian who’s name wasn’t in the program who was great, and I wish I’d written it down now since I am terrible with names and his is gone, gone, gone.
The comedians on the program included: Denis Leary (he has a new Christmas special coming up), Eddie Brill, Bill Burr, Greg Fitzsimmons, Don Gavin, Kevin Knox, Bob Marley, Brad Mastrangelo, Patrice Oneal, Ken Rogerson, Steve Sweeney, and Steven Wright
Of course, since honey and I had congratulated ourselves so heartily on our conquest of Boston streets and not getting lost for once going in to the city, guess what happened? That’s right, we got stuck behind a bus and missed Storrow Dr on the way out, making us – you guessed it – lost. Extremely lost. “How did we get in Dorchester? We do not want to be here!” lost. “Where the hell is Milton!? Did that sign say Milton??” lost. As it turns out we got our selves nearly to the Cape before finding the 93 again.
We made it home at 2:15 AM, then changed the clocks. So my computer may say 1:41 AM right now, but my body says go to bed, so I think I will.
Side note: The event was being filmed for television so when it airs I’ll Tivo it. We were right up front and easy to film so the camera dude kept coming back to us. I’m hoping we’ll be in a couple of shots after the edit is all over, just for fun.
Oh, and before I forget:
Dear City of Boston,
Your street signage sucks donkey balls.
Sincerely,
The girl who has trouble getting her Masshole to go to his home state’s big city because even HE can’t find anything there.
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