I knew I would fall in love with Becky. From the first moment we met, when she swore in her nasaly no-bullshit tone of voice, I knew there would come a day when I would fall madly in love with her. That day was yesterday.
Becky was the one to invite me to see Flight of the Conchords. She and I went with Alexei and Ian, two more of my friends whom I love dearly. We ate dinner at Elephant and Castle (Clay and Battery) before taking the 1 bus up the hill to the Masonic Center. Becky and Ian walked in, sat down, and harumphed. Oh dear. Becky said she had done something profoundly stupid, which turned out to be not so profound. It was a foot-in-mouth situation on her part, which she timely retracted. But then, he hadn't called back, so she started to fret.
Lord knows how I've been there before, so I was determined to see her smile.
All three of us assured her she was not profoundly idiotic. A few bites of steak crostini and some deep lion breaths later, Becky was feeling like her ol' self. We then stumbled across Jesse and Devora while waiting for the bus. Giant Jesse hugs always make me feel lighter and more at ease. Grin.
As we found our seats (after taking a girl trip to the restrooms), Becky gave Alexei an arm massage. Poor Alexei was in need of some preventative carpal tunnel action. My eyes got big and slightly envious, which Becky duly noted. I then moved over to sit by her and she gave me the most wondrous back massage. Sigh. Love. Thud goes my heart. During the massage, I do believe there were unicorns dancing on the ceiling amidst rainbow meadows of wild flowers. That could have also been my hormones running rampant because I forgot to take my pills this weekend, but I don't really care. Heaven.
The show was amazing!!! They played all the songs I wanted them to - The Humans are Dead, Fa Du Fa Fa (or however it's spelled), It's Business Time, Boom Boom, etc. And right before they played Think About It, which is their song about the issues, they did this bit about saving the whales.
It's an issue. Granted, not AIDS or poverty, but close enough. Germaine said they could save themselves if they just knew how to use a cell phone. But then, how would they use it. And then there was a moment of pure delight, as both Brit and Germaine provided "flippers" (read: arms) stemming from their chests. Brit said they'd have to flip the phone between the two flippers to dial 911. But then, really, they'd have a tough time asking for help.
Hello. 911.
(loud whale speak a la Dory from "Finding Nemo")
Um... I'm afraid you'll have to text us back.
So now, the whales are texting. Sigh. It just kept going and it was brilliant.
On top of this, a few women kept yelling to Brit to "have their babies". Yeah. Not really appropriate, but I did like the audience-originated comment about the "sexy lighting". They riffed on that one all night, asking the light guys to "sex it up" and "take away that sexy white light". Yes, last night was positively awesome. And I went to bed feeling completely exhausted and utterly giggly inside.
Upon waking up, my eyes were dysfunctional. Hot shower needed. Commencing with the wake up procedure. Still not entirely functional, but better. On the MUNI, I sat next to a guy whose tag was sticking straight up. Like a white flag sticking out of the World War I trenches in rural France. I had the superbly powerful urge to reach over and tuck that tag in. But I resisted, as it was the morning commute and people generally don't talk to each other then, let alone fondle each other's shirt tags.
But let me warn my fellow MUNI passengers... I will not resist the urge in the future. Your tags will be tucked in. And you will be grateful.