Jennie is disgustingly good at knitting, and we all go to see Eddie Izzard.
That pretty much sums up last night.
Jennie brought along her knitting to show off, and in two days she has a third of a pretty damned decent scarf. She managed to create a stitch in a way I’ve never seen before, but overall the scarf looks awesome (we found and removed the extra stitch). I think that she’s ready for socks. Probably by Monday evening. I must remember to pick up some more teeny dpns before then.
Eddie Izzard was fantastic. I spent too much money on “Cake or Death” merchandise, and now have a lovely mug to grace my desk. It is enormous and holds nearly an entire pot of coffee. It also seems to be a good place to balance a bagel when you have forgotten to grab a napkin. Our computer guru at work missed it, unfortunately; I brought him a program to look at.
I don’t remember most of the jokes. I remember the gist of the routine, and I remember laughing so hard I made my throat hurt. The husband really liked the jokes that were (a) puns or (b) about science. Generally these were the ones the rest of the audience didn’t get so well. My husband is a nerd (so am I). One of my favorite bits was when Eddie did a Casablanca and Planet of the Apes mashup, wherein he made himself laugh while miming a monkey playing the piano. And he has added yet another hymn to the list of hymns that make me laugh during somber church services. This list is a long one, between Eddie Izzard and the Pythons. Most of these hymns get played several times a year. I love being an Episcopalian. (I’d yammer on about this for a little longer, but I’m discovering as I write that a stand-up routine is not nearly as funny second-hand).
And that was pretty much it. We left and went to a diner for dinner, and then went home, and overslept this morning. Though I’m generally slow in the morning, I apparently have the uncanny ability to dress myself and get myself together in 10 minutes, if I’ve overslept. The husband would like it if I was this fast every morning; perhaps he should tell me I’m late more often.
I love me some Eddie Izzard and was sad that I couldn’t afford to get tickets to see him this time around.