Last night Carrie came over and made us some snacktacular homemade pizza for dinner. Teresa, Nellie and Carrie and I had a delicious meal, then sat on the back balcony, taking about boys and dating and comedy stuff, and telling dumb dirty jokes and laughing until our stomachs hurt.
After Nellie and I walked Carrie to her bike, on a corner near our house, a man and woman walked by on the other side of the street. He was drunk, loud, and stupid, and telling the woman he was going to "punch her in the face...in front of these three motherfuckers over here," gesturing to us across the street.
Before I knew what was going on, Carrie was crossing the street with purposeful strides as Nellie and I stood there, sort of stunned. "What is she doing?" "I don't know." But we knew we had to follow her. We pushed Carrie's bike across the street, where Carrie had the police on her phone while the drunk idiot yelled homophobic and sexist slurs at us. The woman, probably terrified, said nothing. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding as they finally walked away. I hate to think what the rest of that woman's evening was like.
Carrie Callahan, a small handful of human being, remained cool as a cucumber walking into the middle of a volatile situation to try to help a fellow human being. She did not hesitate. I hope her next stand-up intro goes like this: "Ladies and gentlemen, coming to the stage, a women who will bake you incredibly delicious pizza, make you laugh for several hours, and if your idiot asshole boyfriend ever threatens you in a public place, she has got your back...Miss Carrie Callahan!"
Here's a clip I edited of Carrie when she opened for our special Jared Logan show this year at Chicago Underground Comedy: