My Pete Davidson mission
Last Sunday night, my friends and I embarked on a particularly kooky scheme. We, in the delirious spirit of freedom and abandon associated with a long weekend, bought tickets to Pete Davidson’s midnight show at Caroline’s on Broadway, a comedy club in Times Square. I went to this show with a few missions in mind: to hear Pete’s new material, which he was apparently testing out; to have a few laughs; and to catch the attention of the man himself.
Now, if you have read any of my blog posts before (and I won’t assume you have, unless you happen to be my parents), you may remember a long and manic post I wrote last spring weekend about trying to catch the eye of my longtime crush Daniel Caesar (unsuccessful). This recent mission served as something of a sequel to my initial attempts with Daniel. I had learned from my failures and was willing to try out another round of unwavering and intense staring in the hopes of being whisked away from my academic responsibilities to a groupie life of fame and the glamour of late night comedy clubs.
My friends and I intended to arrive at Pete’s general admission show with enough time to camp out and grab a table in the very front, pivotal to our mission. Of course, this did not occur and we were about 100th in line to the show. Despite this initial setback, we persevered. We had the pluck and determination to rise above our circumstances! We eventually plunked down assertively in the back, maintaining impeccable posture and focus throughout the 4 opening acts (of ranging levels of funniness, from downright tragic to quite chuckle-inducing). We were off the grid for the time being, as our phones had been confiscated from us to prevent any sort of recording and/or spying (??). This freedom gave me the presence of mind to truly dedicate myself to the task at hand.
However, by the time Pete strolled out and began debuting his new material, I was towards the end of my rope. I no longer had the same determined twinkle in my eye. It was nearing 2am and the best I could do was offer up a weak chuckle when Pete made several jokes related to his recent stint in rehab. This was not how the night was supposed to go! Alas, my fatigue overpowered me.
Despite his eccentricities, Pete was very charming to me, in a sort of sunken and gaunt way. Though my ultimate dozing off during his set may have prevented the full completion of my mission, I was captivated by his off-color jokes and his insane persona and would recommend seeing him perform!
I refuse to be discouraged by my lack of official success, as I am willing to play the long game here and know that progress can indeed take time. That being said, if anyone reading this knows Pete, please feel free to pass along my number. I've heard he is recently single!
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