A packed house at the Keller for Friday's late night set by Chelsea Handler was well, em, hydrated and ready to laugh at the comedienne's saucy, soused humor. And the talk show host and best-selling author, on tour to promote her latest, Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang, did not disappoint.

Except when she did.

The (waay late starting) under-an-hour, profanity-strewn routine felt unfortunately familiar, though the crowd didn't appear to mind. From she-bopping (yep) to name dropping, Handler was her trademark brassy self. Still, the comic/set started to wander and even wear repetitive, too reminiscent of her cable chat fest, TV appearances, and previous books Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea and My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands.

It's a given that stand-ups cop from previous material -- as does any touring musician -- but for a just-published book, and just-launched tour, hopes were higher. The whole thing played like little more than a rehash, and a plug for the new tome, which she signed copies of after the show.

Perhaps Handler was tired after the earlier set, perhaps she was as schwilly as the crowd (slur much, Ms. H?); it seemed of little matter to the audience -- whether inebriated or simply in the raunchy, occasionally obnoxious comedic moment. But considering the $50-$75 ticket cost, this fan expected more.