COVID: Fully Recovered . . .

Last night was my first night out on the town since I had COVID-- my sense of smell has returned; my outside shot was on at 6:30 AM basketball; I taught three classes; went home and took a nap, and then Catherine and I walked into New Brunswick for martinis at Clydz and then the 7 PM show at the Stress Factory . . . we were there to see T. J. Miller-- Erlich Bachman from Silicon Valley-- but the show turned out to be weirder and more eclectic than we expected; the opening acts were two international comedians that Miller had been touring with in Europe and they were very funny-- George Zacharopoulos is a Greek guy with a bizarre British/Greek accent and André de Freitas is an accomplished stand-up hailing from Portugal-- and it turned out there were a few Portuguese people in the audience, so that got interesting-- and by the time T. J. Miller got out there, there the crowd was fairly raucous and he sort of egged them on-- especially by playing on the whole idea of "Jersey" as it's own weird country-- he was almost baiting the crowd into being loud and obnoxious and then he'd heckle them back-- and he brought up a young kid on stage who yelled "Sing it!" during one of his bits-- the kid's voice sounded like he was a forty-year-old chain smoking truck driver but he was actually a fresh-faced 21 year-old . . . and so T. J. Miller tortured him for a bit and the kid was a very good sport about it and then they did a shot together at the end of the show . . . anyway, it was a LONG walk back to Highland Park, my legs were shot but it was certainly a banner return to work, athletics, and society at large (and they should make the fried chicken sandwich at Clydz at the other two restaurants they own-- Taven on George and the Olive Branch, because it's that good!)