Siddity in the City

Yes, yes I did buy an $80 ticket to see this man perform for roughly an hour on Friday night. Yes, I, the woman who will walk an extra mile out of her way to get a roll of quarters without a $0.25 service charge, spent $10 on a program. And yes, I also spent another $25 on a frame to mount said tickets and program for posterity.

Sod off. The weekend made me a bajillion dollars worth of happy, okay?

I really do love him. Friday’s performance was funny and breakneck and over far too soon. He flubbed a joke early on and just chucked the whole thing in the most darling manner (hopping 360 and muttering “Don’t. Give. A fuck.”), but given the fluid way he works, I wondered where that joke would have led and how many more minutes of precious stage time we’d have gotten out of him.

Anyway. He looked great in “blokey mode” and was as funny as ever. I’m so, so glad I got to see him live!

/swoon.

We will now return to our regularly scheduled non-fangirly programming.