Comedian Erin Conroy: February 2008

Comedian Erin Conroy

Friday, February 22, 2008

I'm Going On Vacation

Wanna come? Flight leaves Sunday morning. Florida - the land of crazy old folks and pools filled with alligators. Combine those two and you've got an activity the whole family can enjoy!!

(Shaking fist) Combine them....

Wednesday, February 13, 2008


Friday, February 08, 2008


Hello Party Peoples. I've had a busy past couple of weeks. Wanna hear about them? Whoa. I could do without the attitude, Champ.

My show at Gotham went well back in January, and big thanks to all my friends who came out to support me/fill the Bringer quota. You're more than just an ass in a seat, gang! You're my Guiding Light! I met some cool people at Gotham and hopefully I'll be back there again soon.

Then there was the Superbowl! How 'bout that!

Wednesday night I went to my first ever NBA game with Danny Rouhier and Ryan Conner. Lucky for them, I don't know jack about basketball, and they had the good fortune to get to explain things to me. Foul line?!? Get out of here, with your nonsense. At one point, one team (the Pacers, maybe?) had 4 white guys on the court at once. This is apparently a basketball anomaly, according to Ryan, because we all know that white men can't jump. Oh snap! That's the name of a movie about basketball! Slam dunk!

So is everyone still reeling from Super Tuesday? The craziness! The intrigue! The sexy, sexy delegates!

I am a registered Republican. This elicits immediate and negative responses from everyone I tell. Listen up, chumps - not all Republicans are evil. Not all Republicans only vote Republican. A lot of us vote how we feel regardless of party lines. Alright? Alright.

I live in Brooklyn, a neighborhood over from Hipster Central, aka Williamsburg. A veritable hotbed of left-wingers, liberals and sidewalk art shows. Needless to say - any Republicans in the area are far and away the minority. So I went to vote on Tuesday morning, and when I got up to the table where they fill out your info before you actually step into the booth, they started filling out all my information on a Democrat index card. (Yeah - they were color coded by party. And not even correctly, it was like, green and orange.) Then one guy actually looked down at my registration info, and was like, "Whoa - wait, stop! She's....a Republican." Then all three of them exchanged looks, and simultaneously gave me a glare of such disgust, I mean - I could actually taste how disappointed they were in me.

I was thinking, "Really? Really?!?! You're gonna judge me, but not the dude who just roller-skated in here wearing a jean skirt and a jester hat? F**king Brooklyn."