Every year, the local Wednesday open mike at the Surly Girl Saloon hosts a Halloween comedy show. It’s basically comedians wearing outfits doing characters and (usually) lampooning other comedians’ bits. Kind of like a roast, but with outfits. One year me and my pals Anthony and Cole all went as each other and did each others’ acts, but with a lot more self insults tossed in there.
This year, I looked in my closet and realized I had Jesus from the Big Lebowski…rather limited there. I had the real Jesus…even my blasphemy has its limits. I had a blonde wig, but I’m not fat or uninteresting enough to be Christina Aguilera… I also found a Dukes of Hazzard sleeping bag, a captain’s hat, two more wigs, a fake beard and women’s workout clothes from the year I was Britney Spears. Son of bitch, looks like I’m not going as anything. Oh, and there’s my Mr. Slave from South Park, but as a straight man, I’m not wearing chaps in the Short North.
I finally decided to do angry Chris Coen, which is actually just regular Chris Coen. More on that tomorrow.