Margaret Cho. She does a body good.
Scribing at 10:22 a.m. on 2004-09-30
Ok.
Margaret Cho.
Margaret Cho is a goddess, and I love her. And even though I am way too old to be a groupie (except maybe for like, Sophia Loren, who I would still groupie for at any time any place ..) I would groupie for her.
The Diva and I went to see Margaret Cho (she was opening for Ani DiFranco) and I spent like almost two hours laughing my ass off. My face STILL hurts. I'm still sitting here snickering. The woman is a GODDESS.
It also didn't hurt that she spent the two hours ripping like hell on shrub/cheney; and urging people to get off their asses and VOTE. My favorite line came when she was talking about the two Italian women who were just released .. "I don't think I'd make a very good hostage. I wouldn't cooperate. I'd be kicking and screaming and biting .. like a tranny on Cops'.
She had me crying. I laughed so hard I broke a sweat. God I love that woman.
*happy sigh*
I told the Diva I came dangerously close to being one of those people that you hear during one of her shows that scream off camera, a disembodied voice that shouts 'I LOVE YOU MARGARET!' but I did not in fact; as I spent most of the time I wasn't laughing in fear for my life from the Angry College Lesbian crowd that packed the auditorium. I thought it wise to not call attention to the location of one of potentially three straight males in the sold-out crowd. I think I potentially got glared at more in that short span of time for having the audacity to BREATHE than I would have if I'd had a g.w. shrub bumper sticker plastered across my forehead. But that's ok. Even that could not dampen my enthusiasm for the Goddess Cho.
We left after Margaret took her bow-and-waves, having to practically bribe our way out the front door from one of the House Management staff who actually blocked our way from leaving, wildly cautioning that we would not be allowed to re-enter. We assured her that we knew, and then had to slide through the door and sneak off into the night with the rest of the folks who did not stay for the Angry College Lesbian concert. Ok, so sue me. I went to see Margaret, not Ani. And yes, I understand that Ani is not an Angry College Lesbian any more, and I actually like a lot of her older stuff. But Margaret is Margaret, and that's who we came to see.
Plus, we were starving, and I still had to take my happy ass in to the Snake Pit.
We went and had burgers at a place we used to go to when in the dewy glowing moments of our early courtship; when I had a better job and could afford to take the Diva out for a burger. She had long been bemoaning the fact that our time in the social realm (ie: leaving the house together for something other than a joint appointment) was pitifully small and far back in the past. Then we came home, I tucked her in bed, and went on to the Snake Pit.
Ok, not the best way to end a date, but hey. Trust, I was even less enthused about it than she was.
So, yeah. Margaret Cho.
She does a body good.
