FRIDAY-SUNDAY

There is a tragic possibility that Will Durst’s professional life may improve significantly in a couple of weeks. Not that he’s doing too badly now, and no one should wish the likable comedian any bad fortune. But Durst is a political humorist—thus, a George W. Bush presidency will provide the kind of rich, sustaining mother lode of material not seen since the fecund days of Dan Quayle. “Bush reminds me of a stripper with hairy legs,” says Durst. “I mean, he’s got some really smooth moves, but even from way back at the bar, you can tell something is horribly awry.” And it’s just going to get horribler and awryer should the smirking party boy take office. For the American people, that is. For Durst, it will be like a four-year paid vacation. The comic echoes the sentiments of many voters when he observes, “My biggest problem with Gore is I believe in a lot of what he says…until he says it.” Too sadly true. But even if the less-joke-worthy veep manages to get his promotion, Durst still has Big Bubba to fall back on. Noting that President Clinton will be only 54 when he leaves office, Durst wonders, “What the hell is he going to do—get appointed ambassador to Baywatch? Teach a college course in situational ethics?” You’ll fall down laughing when Durst brings his timely wit to town. Do see him, because if Dubya wins, you may be crying soon enough. At 8 and 10:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday, Nov. 3 and 4, and at 8:30 p.m. Sunday, Nov. 5, at the Improv, 1140 Connecticut Ave. NW. (202) 296-7008. (Dave Nuttycombe)