little britain

New York really doesn't lend itself to much fun when it's raining this hard.

The BF and I had kicked around some ideas for today, including hitting a few sites on openhousenewyork or maybe seeing a play. Instead I spent my Saturday holed up in the apartment, cleaning out my iPod (don't laugh — it was terrible) and writing.
Lucky for me, the BF insisted we get out tonight, weather be damned, so we headed down to the Village for a thoroughly unexpected comedy outing. Seems he's never seen a stand-up comedian before (I know, poor kid was deprived until he met me), and he'd scored us tickets to see Graham Norton — not realizing that a) I'm a fan already and b) the show would be queerer than crumbcake.
On stage, Graham was shorter than I expected (guess I should have known that, having seem him stand next to Dolly that one time on the show — and she's like 4-foot-8) and even more animated. Lots of belly laughs followed, my favorite bit being his riff on Dubya: His staff explained he was "entertaining the president of Columbia" when Katrina hit. Really, do I need to explain why that's fucking funny?
If you live in New York, go see this show. But hurry — it ends Oct. 22.
As Graham said, "I'd love to stick around longer, but, you know, the cocks won't suck themselves."