Margaret Cho

It's sad how out of date this is... but I foud in languishing as a draft and thought "why waste a few good words?". It is short, it is poorly written, but it's there.

A few weekends ago I went to see Margaret Cho (the Liam Show opened for her). I laughed to much my face hurt. I thought the apples of my cheeks would cramp. The flow of her her routine was flawless. Liam Sullivan, a.k.a. Kelly (warning: the link takes you to a video with language inappropriate for the workplace), was funny enough but only one of his three bits was new. New to me. The other pieces are well traveled on the internet. Still, it was funny enough.

The Tabernacle was hot. Truly. Sweating is not something I enjoy when dressed in a smart black and white wrap-dress. At least I don't have to worry about my hair wilting. I look back with horror on my days of failed rooster bangs. You know, the kind that went so well with tight-rolled jeans and Bass boat shoes with the laces coiled? Argh. I date myself. Eh, who cares.

After the show we walked to the Westin Peachtree to have drinks at the Sundial - the rotating bar at the top of the tall, columnar buiding. On the 70-something floor. Nice view.