Nikki Glaser was good, real good, but then suddenly, last year, she was one of the best: fantastic, hilarious, unstoppable and dominating as she roasted everyone on the dais at The Roast of Tom Brady to a smoking crisp. What happened? Maybe it was hard work, hitting the stage night after night, writing and performing to hone her craft. What seems more likely is that she was bitten by a radioactive clown while visiting a haunted funeral home for deceased comedians during a full moon on April Fools’ Day. Smart fans won’t miss this Super Comic when she comes to town to save everyone from the lack of laughs threatening humanity’s existence in these dark times.
Sat, 7pm, $53–$76
Civic, San Jose
