Having front row tickets to see Russell Peters means that you’re a fairly big target for being picked on.
Especially after Pat yells “WOO” amid an otherwise silent theatre when Russell starts to explain how Chinese people aren’t as cheap as Indian people. From that point, we were known as the “Wu” family, and he’d refer to us when talking to the Chinese crowd.
No one is off-limits though, and his ethnic jokes cover a spectrum of races as wide as the earth. I suppose that’s how he pulls off his particular brand of stereotyping comedy. Ottawa is an especially fitting place, where minorities mingle instead of segregate, and perhaps it’s exactly this reason that the crowd is so ebullient. It almost as if his set is written for us.
Afterwards, it was back to Pat and Jen’s for some conversation over hot chocolate from their Tassimo. A scoop of mint-chocolate-chip ice cream dropped into said beverage turns it into a yummy candy-cane hot chocolate, something I must explore further in the future.
Cool you saw him. I saw him last time he was thru Ottawa.
We wre front row, base of his mic. He seemed to weigh who could take it.
He looked at the other couple at our table, about as opposite as could be stylistically and seemed to be about to riff on how we’re not a friend group of 4 but read us and skipped.
Politically incorrect consciousness raising is good for this town I think.
That’s interesting.…he didn’t make as many Chinese jokes as the other races. Makes me wonder if he weighed our ability to “take it”.
He really went off on everyone though. Young, old, white, black, brown, yellow. Even deaf and blind. It was an equal-opportunity ribbing.
Yes, he’s good at that. There was a guy there that night from some province in India and he could do the local accent’s dialect. He says people come up to him assuming he can speak Italian or various languages he can do the accents of. Good ear and good eye to read for what’ll fly.