5 years ago that reunion went quite well. I had a few too many drinks and was coaxed into giving an impromptu roast. I hit some of my classmates hard. I was out for blood.
As classmate, Jennifer Meunster, said it best, “I’m so glad I wasn’t mean to Matty Goldberg.”
Tony Defeliece got it the worst. I love the kid but he showed up wearing camouflage pants and a Yankee jersey. Fucking jerkoff. He disrespected our whole class looking like a slob. Even I cleaned up and looked quite dapper.
This year I come from a more tranquil place, the state of California. Everything is mellow, and everything is groovy. I got no ill will. I got no revenge. I got love in my heart. I am bringing a smoking hot date as well. That helps. I just want to reminisce. Share some laughs. However, if I’m coaxed back on stage to roast, damn well I will. I always need the sad attention. I’m a tamer Matty.
I’ll post a full report on this blog when I get back.
Oh and because I’m in New York City, I’ll be doing one show at New York Comedy Club. Dec 2nd at 830