brinshannara | Jul. 26th, 2004

For the first time in several years, I didn't go to Just For Laughs much. And when I did go, I didn't go to one of those Galas at Theatre St-Denis. Nope. This year, I only showed up at the last night of the festival, all the way at Kola Note, and not down at the festival grounds. No henna tattoo, no street performers. Just five funny queer comics.

Scott Thompson (of KITH fame, although I know him better as that asswipe ambassador on Voyager who drunkenly hit on Seven), Scott Capurro (who was FOUL! But hysterical!) Miss Peggy Lee (drag queen songstress act, culminating in "Fever", which was to die for), Eddie Sarfaty (a cute gay Jewish guy who said such things as "You know, when you're falling when you're bungee jumping, you're really too busy urinating to be scared.") and Sabrina Matthews, the only lesbian in the show, who had me laughing so hard I could. not. breathe. And not even about a gay thing, oh no. She was talking about cats microwaving themselves.

She was cute, too. I was shocked when she said she was 40. But there you go.

Also, one of the comics (Eddie, I believe) went through this whole thing that basically says that sodomy is good for the economy. I wish I could repeat it, but I was laughing too hard to remember it.

worshipper and I then missed the bus, so we sat in a bar for a few minutes having overpriced water, made by Coke (Dasani tastes funny to me) and then finally caught the bus. He got off at the metro station, and I came home.

It's been a fun evening. There's definitely something to be said for comedy that relates to you personally (such as the: "What's everyone's fascination with dyke sex? That's all people really want to know. 'What do two women do in bed together?'" bit, which had me in TEARS, because that's exactly what my mother asked me when I came out to her.).

Tomorrow: my grandmother receives her late sister's TV, andI receive hers. Since I have her OTHER late sister's TV, this means that TVs belonging to all three sisters will, in fact, be in the same apartment building. There's something odd about this.

But also, I shall get a coffee table (my late great-aunt's). I am very excited about this. I moved out in June of 2001 and have not gotten a coffee table, despite my mother's claims that there's one in the basement at my late great-aunt's duplex, waiting to be varnished, which I can have. When it's been varnished.

I should tidy before I go to bed, because the movers moving the TV to my grandmothers are moving her TV to my place (I wouldn't be able to carry it if my life depended on me.), so the place needs to at least look relatively presentable.

But I don't feel like cleaning. Perhaps more Zeus...