Daniel Tosh's Live Show is Awesome

Max Powers and I saw Daniel Tosh perform live last night. It was everything I had hoped for when I dropped $150 on two tickets.

The best part and the worst part of the show are actually related. While there were minor annoyances, like the Murat Theatre's horrible seat numbering scheme which caused confusion during the show (yes DURING), mostly we had a lovely time. We even got to see him being sincere and gracious for a few minutes, which acted like a palate cleanser for the next round of filth.

But behind us was a very loud laugh whore. I'm not saying she has sex for money. I'm saying that she would laugh and hoot at every single word he said.

"Hi, I'm Daniel Tosh."
       "AHHH HA HA HAHA !"
"These are my dogs"
       "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

This is not an exaggeration. This is how is set started for us. And this was the worst part of the show.

I mean, wait for it, lady! He's a funny guy. You can wait until he actually cracks a joke to start laughing. He's a professional, it won't take long! And once you start laughing, I don't need to know how funny you think he is. I, too, am laughing. Appreciating comedy does not require you to project!

And he did bring his adorable dogs on stage, just for a moment at the beginning of the show. They were very cute.

He was funny enough that we could mostly ignore her. But, after about 30 minutes of this hooting and cackling, he told a joke that had me laughing so hard I was almost peeing. He had just finished saying a string of horrible yet hilarious things, and the audience was into it. He chose that moment to address all the ladies who made a habit of hooting their approval, and informed them that within 2 seats of each of them, there was someone who was about ready to strangle them. And on in his normal fashion.

He ended the joke by pointing out that most of the women there would continue to hoot (to which they hooted), but that hopefully one woman would come to the realization of how annoying it was, and apologize to those around her. And the man sitting next to *that* woman would be his FAN FOR LIFE.

I wish I could tell you that the hooting, cackling laugh whore was that woman. She wasn't. But still, it was so cathartic to have her called out on stage like that. Money well spent.

Taxes

Taxes are DONE!

*high fives self*

Just have to make a trip to the post office. Backasswards Indiana won't let me e-file a partial year return. Whatever. I can wait a few weeks for to the $49 you owe me.

Conquering the Giraffe

Moodle finally did it! After 5 visits to the Indianapolis Children's Museum, she finally rode an animal on the carousel.

She had been telling me all week that she was going to ride a giraffe. Yeah, yeah, I thought, I'll believe it when I see it. Every other time we've went, she's been excited by the giraffes, but when I tried to put her on, she would cling to me like a monkey.

We were not planning on heading to the museum this weekend, but it's the first time in a while that Max Powers had actually been home over the weekend. He was caught up on sleep, no one was sick, and I think he was starting to feel a little guilty that mommy had been doing so many activities with Moodle by herself.

So, Sunday afternoon we flexed our membership again. And as we made the drive, I realized that she might actually do it this time. I don't know if all kids are like this, but my kid is much more adventurous when Daddy is around. When it's just Mommy, she can be awfully clingy. I try to just let her relax and go at her own pace, but she tends to be much more reserved. When it's Mommy and Daddy, she will tear it up, no matter where "it" is.

Ain't scared of no giraffes

Once we got to the museum, I slyly passed her off to Daddy as we passed through the line and onto the carousel. And like nothing, he plopped her on the seat, strapped her on, and we got grins all around. We kept praising her as the ride started, but it was just like I expected. With Daddy's hand on her back, she had a great time on her giraffe. And, when we went back for one more spin before we left, she conquered a tiger. And Mommy got in trouble for holding up the carousel to take a picture.

Moodle's First Act of Kindness - Age 21 months

It isn't that Moodle isn't kind. She's just a toddler. And she does do kind things, like give kisses and hugs and share her toys. But today, she designed and executed her first act of kindness. And it was wonderful.

She was up early with a cold, and fussed through breakfast preparations. Daddy had returned from a trip late the night before. Once she had calmed down to eat her breakfast (cold cereal and warm decaf milk-tea), I let her know that Daddy was home, and sleeping in our room. We talked about this for a little while, and she seemed happy at the prospect of getting to see him after she had finished eating.

We both finished our cereal and tea, I got her down from her chair, and I took the breakfast dishes into the kitchen. As I finished, she asked to be picked up, and started exploring a cabinet. I told her this is where we keep the dishes, and she asked for a bowl. A Daddy bowl. I didn't know what that meant, but I handed her a small plastic bowl that Daddy sometimes uses for ice cream. She laughed the little laugh that means that she had successfully communicated her wants, and had received them.

Then she asked for cereal. Confused, I told her she had just eaten cereal, and didn't need any more. Daddy cereal, she explained. Daddy doesn't eat cereal normally, so I was still confused. But I got down the Cheerios. Once again, happy laugh.

And then the toddler babble revealed that she knew Daddy was asleep, and she wanted to take him a bowl of cereal when she went in to say good morning. We go in to say good morning to Daddy every morning, and I guess she had missed it while he was away. It was clear she wanted to make it special today.

We put a few handfuls of cereal in the bowl, and she carefully walked back to our bedroom, and screamed "DADDY!". She was barely tall enough to put the bowl on the bed before I lifted her up to snuggle with Daddy. She presented him with his bowl, and I explained what had happened to a confused and groggy husband.

There were some spilled Cheerios. That's what DustBusters are for.