It Really Is All the Same

On 06.30 I saw David Sedaris in San Diego. I got the ticket ages ago. The show was supposed to be last October. I did not have much going on at the time I had heard about it and thought that it would be interesting so I got a ticket. Because of the fires the show got postponed. As I was driving to the show Monday I was thinking – why I am I going to see this -- and honestly the only thing I could come up with was because I did not want to waste my money. The moment had kinda passed.

Anyway I walked into Copley Symphony Hall and immediate thought, “Finally”. It was the first nice theater I had seen in San Diego and it was not nice but outrageously beautiful! As my eyes drifted down from the ceiling, I noticed that I was swimming in a sea of Barnes and Noble quasi literati --- ummm so not my crowd. I though to myself that it was still all good though as it is wise to step out of your element. I know I can make conversation with anyone so thought too it was a great way to hone my skills.

I was seated next to a very nice gay couple who were just a tad older than me. They were from La Jolla and very pleasant, perhaps a bit too pleasant but still pleasant. I could not help but think this is the gay couple that we were supposed to turn into – ah slight change of plans. Their names were Brent and Steve and the horrendous name similarity merely added to my slight feeling of shortcomings.

Our talk was of course pleasant although I did see their eyes glaze a bit as I told them the theater was built in the 20’s as a movie theater, massively renovated in the 80’s and recently a bit of upkeep done all by the same company out of LA. I can’t help that I get excited knowing shit like that so I think everyone else does too. Of course then I did it. I was not being mean, I swear, but they told me about their subscription and all types of high brow adventures so I asked them if they had heard that Rancid was coming to SOMA because I keep thinking it is gonna be a great show. Kym gets that but for most you others SOMA = AXIS, if AXIS still existed. Again I swear I was not being mean. I just like to play sometimes – c’mon Michelle help me out here.

Well as it turns out Brent and Steve had no plans to go see Rancid but said they would consider it based on the fantastic look that came over my face as I talked about it. It was especially kind of them to say but I still thought to myself that maybe I should have grown outta this music thing ages ago like everyone else and perhaps it is a bit juvenile of me.

So feeling still a tad outta place and then David comes out and does his readings. Very appropriate ones – especially to the area and I enjoyed it a lot. I was not in hysterics, just mildly amused and enjoying his queenie humor and wit. I did find out though that I have a rock and roll clap not a literary reading clap. I am ok with that.

David goes on to do not one but two bits about flatulence. The whole house, including Brent and Steve ROARED with laughter. These two bits were the high point of David’s program and yet he was joking about his Greek grandmother and also some flight attendants - farting. I thought, my 5 year old niece loves fart jokes too. There is simply nothing funnier to her. Just hearing an adult say the word fart and she dies. Of course knowing this always compels me to shout, “Fart, Fart, Fart!” when I see her. I love her and she loves that I am the only adult she knows that says the word fart all the time.

Anywho back to my story.

As I looked over to see Brent and Steve drying tears from their face from laughing hard over fart jokes it clearly dawned on me – I am glad I am not over anything, juvenile or otherwise. So you keep laughing at farts and I will keep singing and dancing to all my 80’s bands along with any other terrific bands that have come along since. That is what is all about - isn’t it? Time is short so enjoy what you enjoy.
Thanks for the great night Brent and Steve and oh yeah it was me that cut that cheese :)