How I retarded my way into Bill Cosby last Saturday.

I had to work last Saturday and it was kinda lazy for it being a holiday weekend. One of the bartenders at my work asked me "Do you want to go with me to Bill Cosby tonight at 9:30, my date cancelled and I don't have anyone to go with."

I told him that I would. I was thrilled to go. Bill Cosby is old, and I doubt that another opportunity to see him again will present itself, especially for free.

He had two shows going on that night. One at 7 and the other at 9:30. It was a pretty lax night at the brewery and I was somewhat peeved when I started to be inundated with tables right when I was supposed to get off (no doubt many of them from the early show getting off). I saw the ticket that the bartender had left for me on top of the counter where our cash tips were left and put it in my box. I hustled best I could to get my tables closed out before the show and transfered the rest to another server.

It was a serendipitous series of events that followed. If I hadn't rushed table 31 through their meal, if I hadn't ran to the locker room to get changed, if I hadn't taken the short cut to the venue, if I hadn't transfered my tables to the other server when I did, if someone hadn't been asking the ticket taker for directions to somewhere at the exact time when I was having my ticket scanned, I would not have been able to get to the show. I didn't think anything of it when the ticket gun made a funny sound and flashed red and green instead of green. I went to my seat and looked for my friend the bar tender, assuming he would be in the seat next to me. The whole row was empty.

The show was great. It should be noted that the Bill Cosby I knew was Cliff Huxtable, fixed in my mind as the late 30's early 40's doctor and family man. In truth, he is OLLLLLLLD! He spoke in two word beats, gathering his thoughts and sometimes losing where he was- even in this well-rehearsed act, but dammit he was funny. I'm glad I got to go.

I texted my friend afterward lamenting that I didn't see him at the show and thanking him for the ticket. I received a message back saying "I went to the 7-o'clock show and I didn't leave a ticket for you."

So I guess I just found some random ticket and waltzed my way into the show. Go me! I doubt it would have worked as well if I knew the ticket wasn't legit.