I am one lucky girl! My husband, also known as the most awesome man in the world, took me to see Kathy Griffin perform live! I’ve bugged him to go for about seven years now. See girls, nagging works.
The night started off in a restaurant/pub which was over a hundred years old. This place was once a police department, among a million other things, and now this creaky little piece of history was home to a bunch of hungry alcoholics. I was among my own people. So we took a seat at the bar, which was located directly below the balcony. There was a waitress who was clearly having a bad day. She was running into walls, tripping on the stairs, and spilling drinks. Either she got into the liquor, or she had an inner ear infection, I don’t know. At one point, she was on the balcony when all of a sudden there was a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass. At this point something was falling from above down onto our heads. As the sound of things falling all around us fell silent, I came out from under the protection of my hands. I didn’t notice any glass, just a lot of liquid, which judging by the smell of my hair, turned out to be beer. I looked around at the other patrons sitting at the bar. They all had their heads tilted up, mouths wide open and tongues hanging out trying to catch the falling drops as it rained down beer. I was expecting some sort of “sorry about that” from the bartenders, but all they wanted was an extra tip for the “free shot of beer”.
So we get to the theater where Kathy Griffin was performing, and I was extremely buzzed. I was done drinking. Until I found out they had vodka and cranberry juice. I waited in the ridiculously long bathroom line wishing I had worn Depends so I could just quietly pee my pants and get on with my night. The three gray-haired women behind me decided they could not wait, so they stormed the men’s bathroom. They went in, and a group of very embarrassed men came flying out. It was fantastic!
I’ve never been near anyone famous and I’m always making fun of those people you see on TV that cry and pass out, or scream like little girls in the presence of a celebrity. Seriously guys, they are just people, get a grip! So Kathy Griffin comes out on stage and I start shrieking “It’s Kathy! It’s Kathy! Look she’s right there!” I was like some ten-year old girl at a Bieber concert. I should have been ashamed of my behavior, but I wasn’t. I just kept tugging on my husband’s arm yelling at the top of my lungs “Oh my god it’s Kathy Griffin!”
So the show gets underway, everyone was cracking up, and then out of nowhere this guy rushes the stage. Security was on top of it, except that security was this 102 year old man. He was slow-moving, and you could see the dust falling from him as he attempted to stop this guy from getting near Kathy. By the time security made it to the stage, the crazy fan was already back in his seat. He left Kathy a note and a book he wanted signed. She was a great sport and signed it. I would’ve beat the hell out of him with it for stealing my stage time.
Anyway, it was a great show. We laughed the entire time, had great seats, and great drinks. I’ll definitely be attending another one of her shows and highly recommend seeing her if she’s ever in a city near you.