On a recent Thursday night inside Comedy Mothership in Austin, about two hundred earthlings are awaiting their human leader.
One flew straight from Chicago this morning just to wait in the standby line. Another is here to celebrate her birthday, hoping to turn 23 in the presence of her idol. A visitor from England is fighting jet lag to glimpse the man who speaks into his ears up to three hours a day.
Since this UFO-themed comedy club opened two months ago in the Texas capital, nearly every show has sold out. But tonight is a rare occasion, because the man behind it is about to appear. So when the stage—built to look like the flashing underbelly of an alien ship—lights up red, a twentysomething to my left, wearing a bolo tie and glasses, starts clapping like a seal.
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