Comedian Marga Gomez’s Wikipedia page says she was born in 1960. But in her hilarious new solo show about aging, she says that date was a typo and she’s actually not that old.
She ought to know. She created her own Wikipedia entry, and now, she claims, she’s forgotten her password and can’t access the site to fix the error.
Of course, as she cheerfully admits, she has a tendency to lie.
Part of the fun of “Not Getting Any Younger” is the ways that Gomez maneuvers to avoid telling the truth — she teases, prevaricates, hints. She hollers out the window, presumably to a passerby on Valencia Street, “Hey, how old do you think I look?” and turns to us joyfully: “30!”
Gomez, one of the country’s first out lesbians in comedy, has been performing at The Marsh, in its various locales, for the past 20 years, telling funny and engaging stories about the ups and downs of her life as a Hispanic lesbian raised by two show-biz parents in New York. Wickedly self-effacing, she’s adept at playing herself and others, especially her sexy, vibrant Puerto Rican mother.
Here, in a show originally directed by Ellen Sebastian Chang, she takes a scattershot approach, riffing on the personal and social ramifications of aging: trying on clothes at Forever 21, forming a lame “Old People Helper” club as a fifth grader; physicalizing her own horror of revealing her age by imagining a wrestling match; fretting that Social Security will end precisely on her 65th birthday (she always thought she’d be a warrior, not a worrier); noting how “hateful” it is to be addressed as “ma’am.”
She veers off-topic now and then, but always circles back to the aging dilemma.
An extended story of exploring Freedomland (a now-defunct American-history theme park in the Bronx) as a kid is particularly amusing, as is an appalling childhood prank played on old people. (Only an impersonation of her friend Crazy Lisa’s father, an ex-Marine with “a PTSD-PMS thing,” goes on too long and is too far afield for the show’s theme.)
“We’re all in this together,” Gomez concludes. “Just tonight we’ve aged 75 minutes together!”
It’s a delightful 75 minutes indeed, and I don’t feel any older. And for the record, age-wise, the charmingly gap-toothed Gomez looks to be exactly [redacted] years old. Or possibly — as her mother, for years, claimed be — 21.
Not Getting Any Younger
Presented by The Marsh
Where: 1062 Valencia St., San Francisco
When: 8 p.m. Thursdays-Fridays, 8:30 p.m. Saturdays, 3 p.m. Sundays; closes Oct. 23
Tickets: $15 to $50
Contact: (415) 282-3055, www.themarsh.org