Day 3. Not counting weekends.

Okay, it’s Monday.
I don’t know if it’s the writing or just generally trying to be less negative and cynical, but I’m feeling pretty good.

It was a decent weekend overall.
On Saturday night Wife and I went to see Eddie Izzard at Massey Hall. Walking to the show (without Wife), I was approached by a strange woman that offered me $100 “for my company.” Interesting, but not interested. It gave me a good chuckle afterwards.
The show itself was incredibly poor. I’ve been an Izzard fan for over a decade, and was really looking forward to this night. I spent $180 months ago for 2 tickets.
He just wasn’t funny. He rambled for ages about unfunny topics such as moles digging underground, had no sense of timing, and forgot his place in the jokes more times than I could count. Around 40 minutes into his set, it was evident that he had lost the crowd. He seemed to try to regain us by telling the tried-and-true/ overused/ overfamiliar jokes to get some cheap laughs, but it didn’t really work. At the end of the show, Izzard announced that he would be having a Q&A session afterwards that we could stick around for. I was surprised when most of the audience got up and left before he came back on. What a disappointment. Everybody has bad nights, but at his level (and cost) he should be talented enough to win the crowd. I probably laughed for 10 of the 110-minute show. Midway through I was contemplating heading down to the basement bar to have a beer and wait for Wife to finish watching the set. As it was Wife and not just another friend, I stayed as company.
Dickeybird: Disappointed Ex-Eddie Izzard fan.

Sunday was good. I relaxed at home, before heading out to watch a movie with friends.

That’s it, now it’s Monday. Back to work, and working on plans to fill my evenings so I don’t get cabin fever this winter.