Who's Your Daddy?

One of the items on my father’s NYC wish-list was to visit a comedy club. As long as he’s laughing he’s having a good time. Easy goal to achieve since he laughs at pretty much everything. (Lots of weed in his diet.) As for a laugh-out-loud stand-up club, I find the city hit or miss for good comedy. There are so many options that it’s always a gamble for an “on” night. Luck was on our side as the Comedy Village had a fantastic line-up.

Comedian number #3 was an angry man with Kramer hair who spent his turn making fun of his ex-girlfriend a.k.a. cheating slut. My father and I were in the front row and during Kramer’s soliloquy of why relationships suck he pointed to us and asked if we were a happy couple. Ummm….no. (He wanted us to say yes so he could flip us off. He accomplished this on another couple later in the show.) I have to say my father looks younger than his age because he has had a very stress free life and is extremely easy-going. (Refer to diet.) But he looks old enough to be my father!!!

When Kramer pointed at us with the question, my dad laughed. I figured he was confused so I cleared it up. “No, funny man, this is my father.” I also wanted to point out that it was pretty obvious since we look exactly alike but I figured it was hard to see with the stage lights so I let it go.

Kramer apologized, “Whoa! Who’s your daddy?”

Ha, ha, ha.

Then he asked my name. Upon hearing “Ryan” he completed a 10 minute sketch congratulating my father on finding the way to make sure a daughter is a virgin for life. He posed the question, how many men would actually want to hit it while calling out a male name? I could’ve given a number but that would’ve ruined the fun and killed my father. I laughed at two things; the comic delivery and virgins.

All in good fun, pops played along, but it got me thinking…

What kind of man gives a rat’s ass about the name of the person he’s banging? Sounds a bit sissy to me. I guess there are a few names I wouldn’t want to call out in the heat of passion....Barney, for example. To this day, only one dude has had an issue with my name. (That I know about anyway.) I forget his so whatever but he wouldn’t say mine. Since I’m a “say my name, bitch!” type of lover, I found out pretty quickly that is was a problem for him. Too bad, he would’ve enjoyed this comic if we were still together.