So last night, my DH and I went to see Brian Regan at Montalvo in Saratoga. Live comedy is my absolute favorite thing to do. But I have to admit, I prefer it with a margarita in hand. Sue me. I'm not a wine chick. Seriously, I can tell the difference in undertones from coffee -- I prefer the Costa Rican sweetness -- but you could serve me vinegar and tell me it was good wine. I'd be like, mmmm, k.
So back to our night: We just moved a 3,000 square foot house into 1600 square feet this weekend. Strike that, some of it is still in the backyard and front until I can sell it on Craigslist. So I was not in the mood for comedy. I was sort of in the mood to rip someone's head off, but I didn't have tickets for that. (We were supposed to move next weekend or I wouldn't have bought them!)
Anyway, Brian's brother Dennis opened for him. I enjoyed hearing another perspective from the same household. It's like that book "Running with Scissors" compared to "Look me in the Eye!" Same household, completely different experiences.
So I'm working today, even though I am being pushed out by boxes o' crap, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I just wanted to comment that Brian Regan has absolutely the best comic timing of anyone I know. Even when you know it's coming, he gave me an ab workout with the punchline. I want to be Brian when I grow up.
If you haven't heard him, here's one of my favorite bits: Little League