Snapshot of a comedy club Christmas party

Holy cow. I think I really understand why, in years past, I would see the parental types leaving early from the comedy club Christmas party. It becomes a madhouse of drunks, kids running around screaming, and just mayhem everywhere.

There was fun to be had, of course. We ran into many of our favorite people who you may or may not have heard of. I'll refrain from the name dropping, as it probably makes me seem like, well, a name dropper. Needless to say, talented and off-kilter people were there.

Here are some of the frightening and entertaining moments from our evening:

Said about a million times by everyone: "IT'S THE BABY!!!"

Said by just about everyone: "Is this Phil Porter's baby? So you're Phil Porter's wife?"

Said by many: "Hello, Phil's Porter's wife. IT'S THE BABY!!"

And so on.

There were a couple of insane little girls at the party, just running amok. They would zero in on me whenever I was trying to do something with Amos. I tried to change his diaper, and they were there pulling on him. I tried to feed Amos, and they were there pulling on him. I finally just got fed up with these mongrel children and yelled at them. I then felt a twinge of sadness that I will probably get that same feeling and need to yell when Amos has little friends running around. Oh,well.


My favorite moment was shared with one of my favorite comedians. Troy Baxley (oops, name drop) observed Amos as Amos observed Troy. Amos toyed with his binky and looked at Troy like, "Yeah, what do you have? I have a binky." Then Troy toyed with the string from his hoodie and said, "Yeah, but I have these stringy things." And I told Troy, "But he's still looking at you like you are inferior because he has a binky and you do not." Then Troy said, "No, he's looking at me like 'yeah, I have a mother and you don't.'" And then Troy slinked off sadly. It was a maddeningly funny moment with one of the best comedians in Denver (oops, name drop).

The moment finally came when I decided we must leave. As Phil and I walked by the poker tables, I could hear a drunk comedian or staff member yell out, "Bring me that baby!" as if they were going to wager Amos on the table. Yeah. That's when the parental types should leave.

So, we're home, trying to unwind Amos after he was fondled and cooed at and poked and prodded. He's a trooper, through and through.

Can I unwind now as well? Ahhh...