In lieu of game night, Phillip and I stayed home and watched something on the couch like old couples are wont to do. The Watch Instantly section of Netflix isn't rife with selection, but it will do while I'm waiting for the return of delicious Jon Stewart/Stephan Colbert sandwiches. I stopped on Bill Cosby Himself and we both agreed that this was some classic stuff. We might not remember all the bits he does in this routine, but I bet everybody remembers a few of the zingers. About cocaine: "I asked my friend, what is the big deal with cocaine?" "It intensifies your personality." "I said, yes, but, what if you're an asshole?" That never gets old.
This stand up has been around so long and is so well known I have a bunch of memories tied to it. My aunt used to be able to recite lots of it and I remember her doing so frequently, especially after she had a child.
When I was in fith grade we had to do speeches, either original writing or something we memorized from Reader's Digest, it didn't matter. I guess the idea was to get us comfortable speaking in front of a room, regardless of content. One boy tried to do Cosby's show. It was...not good. But hey, he memorized all the lines and didn't throw up on stage. Kudos.
I once worked with a guy who liked to hit the bar at least 3-4 times a week and he would come in at least one day a week looking too ruddy in the face with his eyes at half mast, lamenting his previous indulgences. He always made references to how grateful he was to the toilet bowl.
And am I the only one who thinks "Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey" whenever I hear a small child acting up on an airplane? Probably not.
I have to admit, thought, it does make me rethink wanting a baby. I don't want to listen to "I don't know" for the next 18 years. Just sayin'.