I was hosting a monthly all-female cabaret at El Cid, which is not a place known for its standup. And any stand-up will tell you how comfortable it is to do standup at a Latin Dance Club. But it was an interesting, eclectic show wherein my friends, who are trained dancers, got to act like strippers.

Basically, it was an excuse for them to take off their clothes in front of their peers and prospective boyfriends. And I come out in between acts and do material I never got to do anywhere else. I started doing standup when I was fifteen so I got stuck making jokes pretty exclusively about my mother. But with this show, I got to mature. And every month I got to go a little more blue.

I get to El Cid one night to find that they have sold out the night to a UCLA fraternity, without telling us. Now this was a fun show when the girls took off their clothes in front of an audience of friends. But now there are 200 recently-turned 21-year-old guys sitting in the audience. And they're D.O.A. (Drunk On Arrival). As you can imagine, I was a little bit nervous, because I have the task of herding in this wild beast.

So I get out onstage and I start trying to do my regular material. But immediately, all I hear is "Show us your tits. Take off your shirt." And I'm trying to ignore these assholes, but it gets to the point when they must be recognized. But there are 200 guys chanting, in what sounded like unison, "Show us your tits! Show us your tits!"

To be continued...