Name's Seamus, But You Can Call Me Rabbit

Last night my boss was kind enough to have the entire company out to a restaurant for drinks, food, and comedy.  That's right, comedy.  Two comedians were hired to perform for us shortly after dinner.   And perform they did.  Ever the cynic, I thought we'd be graced by two hacks. Dane Cook apprentices.  These are low expectations when you consider the fact that Dane Cook is the antithesis of funny.  

To my surprise, these two comedians ended up being pretty hilarious.  While I am sure they held off on some more risque material, they did broach some taboos with comedic results; race, viagra, sexual orientation, etc.  It wasn't quite high brow but it did the trick for a Wednesday evening.  By the time the "headliner" took to the "stage" I was finishing my second Bombay Sapphire and Tonic.  I wasn't drunk, nor was I buzzed, but I could tell I'd had two adult beverages.  Make sense?  Know where I'm at here?  I'm trying to set the scene.  

So my table was right in front of the comedian, set just off to his left.  He had the crowd going pretty well.  If there were any dissenters that weren't laughing or enjoying themselves, I certainly didn't notice them.  

At some point he ends up in a diatribe about Sex and The City.  I'll admit it; I've seen Sex and the City before.  Definitely more than I'd like to admit.  Most men who've ever had girlfriends in the past 10 years will likely have to concur, however.  Like most of what's on E!, and most reality television for that matter, I felt the show celebrated materialism and vapidity to a disconcerting degree, but that's really neither here nor there.  I just so happened to be a college student with a girlfriend during its peak in popularity.  

So, there I am, somewhat familiar with Sex & The City and much of its cultural fallout, and this guy says, "So she had a dildo.  They all did.  And do you know what this dildo was called?"

He'd barely finished lobbing himself this rhetorical question when I blurted out, "Rabbit."  Now, it doesn't take very long to say "Rabbit."  Amazing then that it took long enough for me to have thought why I was saying it, "Why am I saying this??"

I stole the comedian's thunder, ruined his impending punch-line, and, in so doing, actually became the punch-line.  I won't say my public misstep drew more laughter than any other joke that was told last night, but it was definitely up there.

Later, having come back to the banquet room from the bathroom, I was greeted by a large co-ed group of co-workers ranging in ages from 28 to 60 who were standing in a circle, "Heeeeeey! Rabbit.  Look everybody!  It's Raaaabbit."

Yeah...  Sweet.