Kyle Regan—a masochistic Stranger reader—has vowed to do every single thing recommended by the Stranger Suggests (movies, galleries, bars, concerts) for the month of January. Look for his reports daily on Slog. —Eds.

To get it out of the way, my grandmother June Regan has passed. She was a hell of a woman and the best grandmother I could hope for. Don't feel sorry for me. I had a loving grandmother for 21 years, something not everyone can claim. This is why there was no write-up yesterday.

Anyway.

Friday's show was great. The People's Rebublic of Koffee turned out to be a much better venue than Capitol Club. The comedians had an actual stage. The vibe felt more comedically nurturing as well. Something about the ghettoness of stuffing a coffeehouse past capacity with mismatched chairs lent itself well to the show at hand. Highlights for me that night were Solomon Georgio, Emmett Montgomery, and headliner Hari Kondabolu. I talked with Georgio after the show about being a comic in Seattle. Comedy isn't something Seattle is really known for. I don't think a night of figuring out what to do with my friends has ever ended with someone suggesting stand-up. Which is a real shame considering the talent we have.

The next day I learned of my grandmother's passing. I wasn't sure whether I'd go or not. What was the point if I spent the whole time miserable and choking up Glenn Beck-style? I decided to attend but left late enough that if there was no parking or it sold out, I'd have an excuse not to go. Of course this was the one night on Capitol Hill that I got easy parking, early admittance, and a good seat. Funny that.

To be perfectly honest, I'm glad I went.

Stand-up is funny, sure, but it also turned out to be cathartic. I was mollified. Understand that up to that point, my day had been pretty fucking bad. I returned to the People's Republic of Koffee with little hope for the night. When friend Ian Bell—frontman of local band Black Swedes—showed up, it raised my spirits a little. The real turn came when horror-themed improv group Blood Squad opened. I've never seen themed improv, let alone horror-themed improv, but they pulled it off beautifully. Ross Henderson was great and I saw Dartanion London, ringleader of the Week of Fun. London's bit about “the funk” was my favorite of the night. The Week of Fun is clearly in good hands.

I've been really enjoying these events, and now I'm emotionally indebted to the performers for lifting a bit of my grief, if only for a couple hours. With plans to have regular Friday night performances and open mics at the PRoK, hopefully comedy in Seattle will be more than a joke.