By April Scott
I almost didn’t go. My to-do list was stacked sky high — deadlines, projects, emails waiting for replies. The usual grind. But something in me whispered: Take an hour off. Go see what this is about.
So at 8:25 on a Tuesday night, I walked into Gravitas, the private members’ club tucked off Canon Drive, just steps from Rodeo. The space was already humming. Upstairs, the stage — normally home to giant TVs blasting football games — was draped in a deep red velvet curtain. It felt like the room itself had decided to get dressed up for the night.
By 8:30, people were trickling in. By 8:45, it was wall-to-wall, standing room only. Cocktails clinked. Conversations buzzed. The energy was contagious — a whole crowd ready to shed the day’s weight and just laugh.
The show opened with Chris Spencer as host, firing off razor-sharp one-liners that had the audience in his pocket immediately. Then came the lineup:
One moment, he was rapping about Staples (yes, the office supply store). The next, he was serenading us with a love song to Mexican coffee.
For an hour and a half, the laughter never let up. No awkward pauses. No filler. Just joke after joke, story after story, and songs that made strangers feel like friends in a shared chorus of laughter.
And maybe that’s what hit me most: in the heart of Beverly Hills — in a room that usually screams deals and power lunches — people weren’t networking, or posturing. They were simply… laughing. Letting go. Remembering what it feels like to be human.
I walked out lighter than I walked in. And now? I can’t wait for next Tuesday.
