Sommore was talking sideways about our town on twitter – that’s right, watch your mouth because I lurk relentlessly – so I started not to go. After she plainly stated that couldn’t possibly have anything better to do in the STL (made safe for Partyline) and she doesn’t understand why the tickets to the Royal Comedy Show Saturday night at the Chaifetz weren’t sellin’. I seriously started to boycott – but decided that y’all would want to know about it even if you didn’t feel compelled to buy tickets or crawl from the couch to see it yourselves. Part of my reason could have been to toss shade at what I assumed would be another tired run-through of joke repeats. To my surprise the show was one of the best comedy revues I’ve seen in a long time. All 600 of us had a ball…well maybe 1200. Tony Rock had me hollering at hello; too bad none of it was safe for Partyline. Bruce Bruce told his same old jokes but the crowd didn’t seem to mind one bit. From this point forward, I’m going to say that he is to black comedy lovers what Elvis Impersonators are to white music lovers – except for it’s his original material and he’s still alive. The surprise delight of the evening for me was Mark Curry. Unlike Martin Lawrence, he crawled from under his comedy crypt with some hilariously fresh material. I was weak when he was telling the young cats to get an elderly jump off because of the way she treats them at night and the following morning. I don’t know what had me cackling, the vision of somebody’s auntie seducing by way of an array of Gladys Knight style pants suits or the young chick who thinks nothing of serving her boo dirty butter during breakfast. And surprisingly, Sommore had me gagging as well! The only underwhelming element of the show was headliner Earthquake. I don’t know what he was going through besides that Patron, but he really didn’t seem like himself. He was funny enough, but he was slurring and going in and out of some strange cartoon character-sounding voice. My suspicions were confirmed that he was on some sort of Mother’s day eve emotional roller coaster when he essentially closed the show by essentially saying “I hate my baby mamas, good night.”