A Perfect Theatre Nerd Christmas Party with Drunk Restoration Comedy

There is little I love more than theatre, alcohol, and the company of ridiculous, talented nerds. Combine all these things into a small performance space in Greenwich Village and it’s like Christmas comes early.

By that claim, this Friday December 2nd is Christmas! A CHRISTMAS CAROL!

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Ya know, the play by Charles Dickens that your grandma dragged you to when you were a kid. But your mom won’t yell at you for kicking her chair during this Christmas Carol! And I promise you won’t fall asleep during the 2nd Act! This will be pretty darn close to the wonderful delight of The Muppet Christmas Carol. But far less furry and family friendly.  A jolly fucking holiday because heavy drinking is encouraged. Mandatory even, if you’re one of the performers.

Guess who’s one of the performers!

Well, that’s one of the characters. Guess who will be on stage!

….

Me! It’s me! I’m performing this Friday in Random Access Theatre’s Drunk Restoration Comedy series!

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I know what you’re thinking… Yes, your notorious light-weight blogger, who has at least half a dozen articles dedicated to getting surprisingly drunk off one beer and inappropriate after two, will be drinking heavily on stage. Hilarity is guaranteed. Oh and it gets better: I may or may not be performing puppetry as the Ghost of Christmas Past. Drink in one hand, puppet on the other: I have no idea how the fuck I’m going to turn pages…

Seeing that struggle alone will be the amazingly affordable $12 ticket! Which INCLUDES one drink! You know you won’t find prices like that anywhere else in NYC!

 

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Yes, there will be generously spiked eggnog. Obviously, best of all, the performers are some of the funniest I’m met in NYC. Everyone I’ve met associated with Drunk Restoration Comedy has palpable warmth and kindness, which is perhaps strange to say, but goddamn perfect for Christmas. The atmosphere of these silly little performances couldn’t be more welcoming- you’ll feel like your part of the group, whether or not you’re wearing an ugly Christmas sweater.

Host Mike Gregorek, who you might recognize from my Full Bunny Contact post or his Man Interviews Audience show at QED, is the ringmaster of this drunken theatre-nerd fest. The guy’s got million dollar charm, razor sharp wit- all those Awesome Performer clichés. Mike “has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. The happiness he gives is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.” (Recognize that quote? Surprise! It’s from A Christmas Carol script!)

The show starts at 10PM at The Player’s Theater. The script’s been abridged to high heaven, so don’t worry about being stuck in the theater all night. Find tickets and details here (my sources say it’s likely to sell out at the door): http://drunkrestoration.com

 

 

 

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