The Adventures of a Social Cabbage Moth

I went to see Margaret Cho’s show at the Athenaeum tonight. She was fabulous. I’d previously seen one of her televised shows on SBS, Notorious C.H.O. I think, and I’d enjoyed it and had bit of a giggle, but didn’t find her overly hilarious, although I really liked what she had to say – very political and thought-provoking and right on, sister, but it didn’t have me clutching my sides. However, the Assassin show tonight was hilarious, and I was laughing and hooting and cheering almost as much as the gay boys in the row in front of me. Maybe her comedy is better in the flesh, or maybe I was just more in tune with her humour tonight, but whatever the reason, I thoroughly enjoyed myself and did a fairly respectable impersonation of a hyena on laughing gas. I think I can well and truly count myself in the realms of hyperventilating Cho fans now. Plus, it was good to see Ms Nous, however briefly.
I went with my boss and her husband and my co-worker; our tickets were a present from the boss to say thanks for working so hard and rocking so much, and she told us to look on it as a team bonding exercise. I have already pointed out that my boss is the coolest boss ever, but in case there were any doubters, this should confirm it.

While waiting for my tram home, I was accosted by a homeless man who told me that I had to be at the Exhibition building tomorrow morning at 7:30 for a barbecue, and that God had told him he had to tell me. He also told me that if I did not turn up, he would hunt me down and knife me. He didn’t clarify if this was also a directive from God, but considering my on-again off-again on-again permanently-off-again relationship with the Big G, I wouldn’t be entirely surprised. Then he asked if I was married, and was affronted to discover I was not available. Which I can kind of understand, because I bet the “I will stab you” line is usually a real winner with the ladies.

I love this city.

6 Responses to “The Adventures of a Social Cabbage Moth”

  1. Alexis Says:

    i wonder if it was a church barbeque? Flambe d’Heathen for breakfast after the Sunday morning service? :-)

  2. Aimee Says:

    Hmm, I didn’t think of it from that angle. You might be right. In which case, he may have been able to smell the Heathen on me, or else just randomly picked me because I’m nice and meaty and would probably roast up a treat. There’s going to be some hungry crazy people come tomorrow morning!

  3. E L Frederick Says:

    Just giving a shout out since I dropped by.

  4. remittance girl Says:

    Just dropped in, via ELF’s blog list to say hi.

    Lovely site, great writing.

    Hugs

    rg

  5. kathleenbradean Says:

    Nice to know that when God throws a wiennie roast, he sends out personal invites. Must not have been a formal affair, seeing that you didn’t get the engraved invitation. Or maybe the knife threat was the engraving…
    Do you really smell like a heathen? Too cool.

  6. Justine Says:

    neat blog, kiddo, I just wandered in from RG’s place. I’ll look around some more, and chat back atcha whereever!

    Hugs, Justine