Williamsburg’s Knockouts Women’s Comedy Festival kicked off last night, shaking Brooklyn with NYC’s funniest ladies. Comic Jay Patel slayed at Second City as 200 roared, part of a week-long giggle fest. It’s borough laughs—$15 tickets, panels too, pure BK vibe. A newbie choked; a vet nailed a zinger. ‘Brooklyn cracks up—this is it,’ Patel says, wiping tears. The stage lit with sass.
The fest’s back—second year, it’s tripled since ’24, running through March 9. Patel’s a local joker; last night’s set packed the house—knees slapped. A TV-writing talk followed; pros like Vannessa Jackson spilled tricks—NYC gold. Beers sold—$6, loosening throats. #KnockoutsBK trended; Manhattan’s chuckling.
Some shrugged—’Too niche,’ griped a dude, bolting for beer. Space squeezed—latecomers stood; laughs held. A mic cut mid-bit—fixed fast; show rolled. Queens wants in, but Brooklyn’s got the mic locked. Williamsburg’s never yukked so hard.
Patel’s teasing a closer, maybe a rooftop if spring bites. ‘NYC’s funny—this proves it,’ she says, packing notes. The fest’s a Brooklyn win—grit meets guffaws. It’s a laugh riot; catch a show. Bring a pal—jokes fly.