What I Did With My Saturday night

My Saturday night, in pictures:

A ticket to see Colin Mochrie and Brad Sherwood!

Why, what’s that piece of paper?

That looks kind of notecard shaped…

What does that say? Adulterous whore?

Yes, my front row, first chair seat got me several interesting experiences this evening. First, I was next to a very nice, very chatty young boy… who, when Brad asked for a third child of about the age he was, I very sneakily pointed to and got the kid on stage – to his parents delight (and gratitude), and the kids near-ecstacy. He got to be one of the three kids playing a version of “Change Line” – they honked the horn every time they wanted them to say something new. Brad nearly killed them – it was most fabulous.

Other awesome things were the game If Ya Know What I Mean, which is well-played when teaching someone how to play poker. Just imagine all the innuendo with Queens, hands, lows, beating men with hands,… they barely kept it together, and at one point, Brad just… went, breaking everyone up.

Sound Effects was also just incredible, with the girl doing the sound effects for Brad doing the sound effect for the megaphone… and saying something like “I need to remove this object from my anus.” Til then, she’d been doing fabulous sound effects – and then this. And it broke Brad. Hard. Colin was right behind, but managed to keep it together much more, and goad the girl to say more, and worse things. (They were chasing a sheep. Take your imagination where it wants to go – she did worse, I guarantee.)

I verified, for Brad, that indeed I could not see through the blindfold being used for mousetrap. He said something like I wouldn’t tell them if he could see, anyhow, and I asked why he said that – after all, it wouldn’t be nearly so funny if he could see what he was doing. He blinked, agreed, and then we watched them play The Most Dangerous Game in the World – barefoot, across the stage strewn with 100 mousetraps. But that’s not hard enough, so they also played the Alphabet Game, singing it opera-style, about nanotechnology.

I laughed so hard I needed my inhaler.

After the break, they collected our suggestions for the game Whose Line (“yes, Whose Line is it Anyway has a game called Whose Line – go figure!” ahem), and proceeded to run through them. The scenario was mountainclimbing in the Himalayas, searching for the rare Himalayan giraffe.

The above card was my suggestion. I cannot explain the smiley. I don’t know why I drew it, I just did. And oh, was I mocked. Brad drew my card, read it (attributing it to advice from his father), folded it into his pocket, pulled it back out, and noted how happy and optimistic his father was, showing everyone the smiley. And I folded over in laughter, and he stood over me: “Oh, I wonder who wrote this!” Since I was folded over laughing, I missed him handing the card down to me, but the kid next to me grabbed it and gave it back to me.

The rest of the show, they’d come back occasionally to make fun of me… including singing it in the show finale. Which was taped. They mentioned my being embarassed about being teased, standing over me and pointing grandly. It was awesome.

The last game played was Crime, in which Brad had to guess that he did the following:
while dressed in toe socks, velvet bellbottom overalls, and a cast iron jock strap, sold comic books illegally while giving a chicken steroids, in Chictawhaga (I’m spelling it phoenetically, and yes, Brad GUESSED this), where he left behind a raisin and a sticky bun.

I can’t believe the seat I had – I was maybe a foot from the stage. Colin walked out and stood right in front of me, making direct eye contact, winked, smiled, and was simply charming. Brad, once he’d centered in on me, made a lot of eye contact and faces my way the rest of the night. And since I kept reacting to his left field philosophy-esque jokes, he kept making them, and looking to me after each one to watch me crack up.

It was glorious. I had an amazing time. I’m so, so glad I went. I’m going to be chuckling quietly to myself for weeks.