I don't even know if i have the words to describe how simply amazing(hey, do you have something against jews??...no no it's a speech impediment...enough, let's continue) Saturday evening was...

Angelator and I went up to Hamilton for what was to be my last live Kids in the Hall show for a very long time. Apparently, we didn't get the memo that Hamilton sucked, because we arrived at 4, foolishly thinking there might have been a shopping centre, or something open even, in the downtown area. It's sorta like how I would imagine a tourist's response when trying to find a nice place to get their hair done in Buffalo.

We also experienced our first black person in Canada, and think, it only took 18 years...

The doors opened at 7, so we waited for an hour or so in the car, smoking cigs and anticipating what was to come. We met up with Kim and Lia, girls i had talked to on the NG and had seen in Buffalo, and another lonely kith fan, Dawn, who i had also talked to at the other show, but she must not have recognized me, as my hair looked something like if a scientist was to inject a small poodle with narcs, and then let it run around in a pool of shit, and then shit, and then eat it's own shit, and then cough up the shit on one of the scientist's white jacket's, and then the scientist would taze the poodle, and then the poodle would cum all over itself and another scientist, and then the other scientist, who had poodle cum all over his newly bleached white jacket would beat it mercilessly, until it eventually died( is this a sentence, bella?...yes, fuck off).

hence the confusion abounds...

The show was just great...same as the last time, only they cut out the Country doctor skit, and "Where the Money Goes" video clip. The arrangement was flipped about, but I think it was for the better, as I seemed to laugh harder at the Mississippi Gary skit in the beginning, therefore proving that in comedy...timing is everything.

But I think the real magic started, say two hours after the show had ended. Our small pack of Buffalonian warewolves in Hamilton told jokes and kith experiences to keep warm, and finally, a door opened...

Enter Scott and Bruce...

Scott had veered off to the side, and Bruce followed right behind him for a second, before coming right over TO ME...no one else...just me...hugging and being fucking hot and such...

He told me how cold i was, and i digressed, that we had been waiting outside for hours...he asked us if we wanted some "warm slices of pizza", because he's bruce and he can make pizza comedic...

I can't type right now...it's that good...

Alright i'm okay, so the entire time he was out there, i stayed by his side, hanging on his every word, and well...using him as a warmth bitch, because he was snuggly...

and here's the cutest thing in the whole world...he had his lil slippers on...and he said "come on now youth of hamilton, i have my slippers on"...he was quite proud of them too...

I had mentioned earlier how insanly obese i looked in the last bruce pic...so i got not only one but TWO moments of time captured on kodak...

I feel a hallmark commercial coming on, where a rather chubby girl with crooked teeth waits outside in the cold with her gothic sister, as the 40 year old Candian comedian comes out of the stage door, and makes her cream her pants...tear

And the camera wasn't working right, so i could feel bruce's hands sort of hugging and unhugging, everytime the flash didn't go off...he's such a strong guy...you know those runners...and Angela was like...oh shit...it's not working and Bruce goes "oh...it does that...i *know* cameras..." if he had dragged me into an alley by my ratty hair and raped the fuck out of me right there...i would have giggled the entire time...

His girlfriend is average...i thought i should mention that...

damn...poetry class...more about bruce the rapist to come...excuse the pun...

mmmmmmm....