Comic Stripper Delivers the Goods
The first Woody Shticks show I saw also took place on a dismal rainy day in January, when I was feeling more than depressed. (and had now idea what the show was about) I struggled to get to 18th and Union, but by the end of the evening, I had spent so much time laughing and feeling connected to the comic genius entertaining us, and indeed to the whole audience, that I exited in great spirits, as did everyone else.
I called my 21 year old daughter, who said “This doesn’t sound like a show you would like.” She was sooo wrong!!!