It’s been quite a while since I’ve been on any outing where the norm is to drink cocktails from plastic cups and the bathroom stalls are inscribed with such musings as, “Your heart is a dark forest” and “I am a slave to the wage.” Deep. . .man. Anyway, that’s how we spent our Saturday night this weekend.
Most people here in Australia still don’t have cable television, which is a completely foreign concept to me. I don’t recall a time in my life where we didn’t have cable. Still Joel McHale’s lone Sydney show managed to sell out within a couple of hours of the announcement on last week’s episode of The Soup. We were lucky enough to get in early (we actually acquired tickets before the announcement was made- long complicated story that involves Bret Micheals) and had great seats in the fourth row. It was very funny, and we actually found the most enjoyable bits were the ones about his kid, rather than all the intro Soup-related stuff.
Though the story about his grandmother being embarrassed because he works for E! Entertainment Television made me laugh because when I was at E! my grandmother was so mortified by the specific show I worked for that telling people I worked at E! became the classier preferred alternative. Ah. The times how they change. 
We followed up the show with some Vietnamese food in Marrickville, and I almost fell asleep on the way home. Going out two nights in a row certainly took its toll. I think I’m getting old.
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