"Toronto... fuck off."
May. 30th, 2010 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchy_merlinA;LSDFLSKNTAS;ALDGNIAERTKBAKVAMCPOWEILAD JUST GOT BACK FROM SEEING EDDIE IZZARD LIVE! I AM SO DEEPLY "!!!!!!!!!!!" RIGHT NOW. :D
I mean, leave it to me to forget my fucking camera. There are three grainy pictures on my cellphone which I will work on uploading... at some point. But I have obtained Coffee Mug! It reads: Cake or Death? and will do a most excellent job of fueling my caffeine addiction to ever greater heights.
SO, UM, THE SHOW. I have notes on it, which I took amidst the low lighting and continuous jizzing that went on. They go something like this:
HIS BOOTS!! HIS FUCKING BOOTS! THEY WERE INCREDIBLE! LIKE, SIX INCH-HIGH STILETTOS OMFG AND HE WAS WEARING SKINNY JEANS AND HAA;SLDJKFGA;LSDKJF;AH THE MAN HAS LEGS. I do not think I could last ten minutes in those boots, let alone two and a half hours.
ALSO THERE WAS GRATUITOUS BULGE.And me, drooling.
FAN GASMS. IN. MY. LIFE.
He was hilarious and awesome and really awesome like no you don't understand so much awesome, and my dad didn't even fall asleep during it. I think my favourite line of the night was "Quod... the fuck?!" which really needs context, but I am loling at the memory, so. It wasn't his funniest stuff, I think (and a bit of it was just lost on a North American audience), because you can't really beat Cake or Death, and the audience was rather... stiff at some points, if I'm honest, but we were still good, and BASICALLY I AM STILL OVERWHELMED THAT EDDIE FUCKING IZZARD, WHO IS COOL, CAME TO TORONTO, WHERE NO ONE COOL EVER COMES, AND I FUCKING GOT TO SEE HIM LIVE OH MY FUCKING GOD.
Yeah.
I think that was the best part of the thing. :)
I mean, leave it to me to forget my fucking camera. There are three grainy pictures on my cellphone which I will work on uploading... at some point. But I have obtained Coffee Mug! It reads: Cake or Death? and will do a most excellent job of fueling my caffeine addiction to ever greater heights.
SO, UM, THE SHOW. I have notes on it, which I took amidst the low lighting and continuous jizzing that went on. They go something like this:
HIS BOOTS!! HIS FUCKING BOOTS! THEY WERE INCREDIBLE! LIKE, SIX INCH-HIGH STILETTOS OMFG AND HE WAS WEARING SKINNY JEANS AND HAA;SLDJKFGA;LSDKJF;AH THE MAN HAS LEGS. I do not think I could last ten minutes in those boots, let alone two and a half hours.
ALSO THERE WAS GRATUITOUS BULGE.
FAN GASMS. IN. MY. LIFE.
He was hilarious and awesome and really awesome like no you don't understand so much awesome, and my dad didn't even fall asleep during it. I think my favourite line of the night was "Quod... the fuck?!" which really needs context, but I am loling at the memory, so. It wasn't his funniest stuff, I think (and a bit of it was just lost on a North American audience), because you can't really beat Cake or Death, and the audience was rather... stiff at some points, if I'm honest, but we were still good, and BASICALLY I AM STILL OVERWHELMED THAT EDDIE FUCKING IZZARD, WHO IS COOL, CAME TO TORONTO, WHERE NO ONE COOL EVER COMES, AND I FUCKING GOT TO SEE HIM LIVE OH MY FUCKING GOD.
Yeah.
I think that was the best part of the thing. :)
