Ok, so last night I totally went to see God's Gift to the Comedic World: Eddie Izzard.
Oh, it was the epitome of awesome. I just laughed for two hours straight. I won't say too much because I don't want to spoil it for other peeps who are going to see him on the tour. But I will say, you will NOT be disappointed.
Oh Eddie. How I love thee!
In other news-I leave for NY tomorrow for 8 whole, wonderful days. So, my posting may be a bit sporadic. Because even though the parents have the for reals internets now, I'm not sure how much time I'll have for earth shattering blog posts. But, every time I go home, usually something random and hilarious happens-so I'm sure I'll have a lot to say upon my return.
My main reason for going? A wedding! Hooray for weddings! And since Husband can't come, Pita is totally going to be my hetero-life date...and we are going to tear it up. Then there will be the beach and freakin' TIGER MOUNTAIN at the Bronx Zoo, and my backyard, and a Ducks game, and my kickin' basement, and my little pink dead girl room...
Yes. We have often called my bedroom at my parents' house The Dead Girl Room. Why do you ask? Well, it stayed in a state of perfect preservation from the time I was 6 until I was like...22. I'm talking pink walls, fluffy floral bedclothes, dolls and such...and like, my Mom had a rule that the only place I could hang things (such as pictures of Wolves and/or Whale I adopted in Middle School, posters of Johnny Depp and/or Jonathan Brandis, crystal protection charms, etc.) was on the back of my door. So there was nothing in the room to indicate that the girl who lived it in was any older than kindergarten. But, Mom and Dad have since redone it (which broke my heart a little bit) but it still has the world's most comfortable twin bed for me to slumber in.
Long Island is so totally boss.