Still basking in my warm, fuzzy post-KITH glow...

I've been an avid fan of Kids in the Hall since 1992, after their show began airing on Comedy Central (I never had the dough to subscribe to HBO). Their eclectic, off-beat, intelligent humor has influenced me greatly over the years (in all facets of my life, but especially in my acting, writing and directing) and after the first time I saw them, I knew they were plugged into the screwy way I saw things. It was such a pleasure when I got to see them live in Los Angeles, back in 2000. So, when I heard they were touring again, I happily plunked down my $50 and drove to Nashville to see them, last night. Despite the shitty sound system of the venue, the show didn't disappoint, and the energy of all the guys together is nothing short of phenomenal. They are truly a force of nature.

Now, I love all those boys--they're all crazy talented--and probably have had a crush on each of them at one time or another, but Bruce McCulloch has always been my favorite. Out of all the Kids, I have found his work to be the most risky, unusual and off-center. That resonates with me--as mentioned, his work has provided a rubric for much of my own performance and writing. In short, Bruce fucking rocks. When I heard the crowd chatter that the Kids were going to do a brief meet-and-greet before hopping on their bus, I decided I'd hang out, just to see if I could get a quick close-up glimpse or maybe a hand-squeeze from the object of my adoration/affection. Wow, did I get one better! Not only did I get to meet Bruce, fawn all over him, tell him how I had ripped him off in my own work (to which he replied "Please! Rip me off!" with a laugh), but he placed a 100% unsolicited kiss on my cheek when giving me the hug I did ask for. *sigh* I think I floated out of the building.

Meeting famous folks you dig is admittedly, always a little exciting, but when you meet an idol--especially one who's so open, gracious and charming--well, it just makes for one awesome, awesome evening. See you in Cleveland, boys!

Some Bruce brilliance:


Daves I Know:


My Pen!

Of lost IDs and found memories.

My L.A. trip was the metaphor for all that L.A. has ever been for me: exciting, frustrating, strange and beautiful. I lost my driver's license and credit card within hours of arriving and was forced to reconfigure my trip, since I now could no longer rent a vehicle to bring all my stuff from storage back home. I didn't get to see half the people I planned to see, but the ones I did made up for it. I came home busted out, sore, sick and tired, but I'd do it all over again. Some things I learned:

1.) Never, NEVER trust that a shitty little special occasion purse you buy from Claire's will stay shut. Always know that the only thing that will fall out of it is the thing you need most, i.e. your ID and credit card.

2.) Never, NEVER walk two drunken anger-fueled miles in platform heels, no matter how tough you think you are and no matter how many cool nighttime photos of the L.A. aqueduct you can get. You will arrive at your host's home with bleeding feet and a bruised psyche, and will feel really stupid in the morning.

3.) When paying $422 dollars for a flight home because that's your only option, take respite in the fact that you might get upgraded to first class, like I did on the first leg of my return flight. I must say, that made it almost worth it. Those hot towels and cushy seats rock the fucking house. Plus the very attractive ad exec sitting beside me shared my enthusiasm for Hillary Clinton.

4.) Always eat at El Pollo Loco, at least once a visit. It sucks, but it's 800 times better than Taco Bell. I've missed it. Kentucky's Mexican fast food selection blows.

5.) Always pack a washcloth. My girlfriend doesn't use them (she's a loofah woman), and I didn't feel clean all week. My hands just aren't nubby enough for cleaning satisfaction.

6.) Take more pictures of your friends. The only ones I got of J. Paul and Darci were blurry at best because I hate using flash in low-light; it washes people out. And I was too sheepish to ask my mentor/former instructor Chris if I could take one of him. And damn, I regret it.

7.) There's always Thanksgiving. I'm already researching a return trip.

Thank you L.A., for being the beautiful bitch you always are to me. I'll keep crawling back, because so much of my love is wrapped up in you.

xoxo-Alexandra

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