So I’m in Kansas City working at the Improv this weekend. And before my first show tonite I had to run to the little girls room. Well, when I went into the stall and shut the door, what do I see but my good buddy Vince Morris staring down at me!
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I’ve known Vince since my first months in comedy. And he’s one of my very best friends…
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Me and VinnyV
But that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable tinkling in front of him. I love that the club and adjoining restaurant do such a good job promoting the upcoming acts, but this one was a little much for me. I couldn’t concentrate. I had to change stalls. On the door of the next stall I entered was Tommy Davidson. Also a little weird — not because I know him so well, but more because of the way he was smiling…
Every stall = Different dude.
Let’s just say I will be using a different bathroom tomorrow.