First up, I have to say that hands-down, Mike Birbiglia is one of my very favorite comics. He’s got some killer bits that stand up extremely well to repeated tellings, many of which have become trademark catchphrases that really only a great comic who connects with his audiences can get (and, no, “Git-R-Done” doesn’t count — that’s not a punchline, it’s a tic). If you’ve ever heard someone say “Cracker, please!”, “What I should have said was…”, or flashed the gang sign for Paper Scissors, you’ve run into a fan of Birbiglia. And rightly so. Buy his CDs, listen, laugh. They’re hilarious.

Birbiglia assumes the defensive pose

The one-man show we saw was simply an extension of that. It began quickly and unexpectedly, with Mike walking out on stage with no introduction just as the house lights came down, and he launched into his show. Borrowing only minimally from the established bits you’ll hear on the CD, he weaves a true tale of his battle with relationships, being a struggling comic, and some of the strangest sleep disorders you’ll ever hear about. And while it’s occasionally touching, it is consistently funny. I’ve a personal peeve when I find comics-turned-monologists getting just a bit too maudlin in their acts, and Mike didn’t even touch on that nerve.

He takes you through the highs and the lows, with the absolute best reactions when the audience reacts with shock to something he said or did in the story, but he always brings you back with a smile.

If you’re here in Chicago, you’re not likely to get a chance to see this again anytime soon (he performed it on 9/11/08 as well, a show I was supposed to go see until an emergency at work got in the way), but should you find yourself in New York, look it up and check it out. I promise you, it’s worth it.