Last night I performed at Brandeis University (goooooo Judges?) as part of an alumni comedy event for new students. It was really great, and I got to perform at the Spingold Theater, which is beautiful and was mostly full. The opening acts were Boris’ Kitchen (a student sketch troupe) and Sam and Matt Present: Sam and Matt (super-talented sketch/improv guys who graduated a couple of years after me and are doing lots of good stuff out in Chicago now). Both groups killed, and it was encouraging because the crowd seemed really on board with material that pushed the envelope a little bit.
Anyway, I opened with some riffing about the weather in Boston (grizzly, drizzly) and how the new students should have stuck with their safety schools in Florida and blah blah blah. It was connecting, and the crowd was engaged, but after an hour of sketch comedy, I felt their energy fading a little bit. (I love sketch comedy, but I think it’s hard to switch gears so deep into a show.) I turned behind me to the large Brandeis banner and read the school’s motto: “Truth, even unto its innermost parts.” And then read the Hebrew: “Emeth.” Which, for a laugh, I incorrectly translated as “That’s what she said.” Huge applause break. Soooooooo cheap. Even cheaper because it was a callback to a sketch that Boris’ Kitchen had performed earlier in the night.
Immediately I called myself out to the crowd. “Great. A callback to a thing I didn’t even write. Borderline unethical, Gondelman.”
Anyway, I didn’t need to worry. The crowd was great and they stayed with me for some really bizarre and personal material, and it was a super fun show. I did 40 minutes, and the show went pretty long, but it was great, and thanks to everyone for having me!
But, god was that a cheap joke. Ugh.