The voice of Rachel Feinstein’s mother still would be haunting me, if not for Paul Mecurio, who in his first 10 minutes onstage has proceeded to yell at most of the remaining audience members and even at me. He thought I was the Guinness World Records rep. When he found out what I was doing, he barked: "Why aren’t you at your computer when I’m onstage?!" Hold on. Looking up the appropriate cliche. Wait. Here it is. Be careful what you wish for. Yes. That’s the one. "F#%& you!" he points at me. "Blog about me!" Done, and done.

Mercurio flips out his Flip video camera and turns it on the audience for several minutes. It’s not stand-up. It’s more like a 21st century Lenny Bruce vanity project. For whatever that is worth.