WHAAAAAT?!
THIS IS REAL I JUST CHECKED IT’S REAL AAAAFUCK
GENTLEMEN, START YOUR ANIMUTATIONS
OH MY FUCKING GOD. SO EXCITED. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. AHHHHHH.
Yay!
AAAAAAA
I just got back from Whose LIVE is it Anyway? in San Francisco. I’m very very tired, but I want to get down some words before I forget everything in the morning.
It. Was. Amazing.
In Greg’s words, it was the whole cast of Whose Line is it Anyway? “…minus the rich guy, the bald guy, and the black guy.”
Jeff started “Freeze” doing the Downward Dog position, and ended up being a bingo machine.
Ryan and Jeff went fishing for pigs in the Bay of Porky Pork, only to find a mysterious note clenched in the jaws of a small beaver.
Chip and Jeff sang some amazing songs, one of which deteriorated into a brag-off/argument while the girl being sang ‘about’ cracked up onstage, and one that was an 80’s rock ballad about a waiter seating a table for 8 that I swear I would buy on CD.
Jeff and Ryan created an amazing soap opera about Animal Rehab, all culminating in the drama-filled climax where Ryan was slowly dying of snake-belt poison (it was a live snake) and Jeff (Jeremy) confessed his undying love, only to reveal that he was, in fact, a duck.
Ryan and Chip went “para sailing” (actually paragliding) in a canyon with a very rude echo and some amorous goats.
Moving People deteriorated into “do everything in your power to make it look like Greg and Jeff are making out, never mind that thing about the shake-weights”, and Chip spent the game with his head in his hands, cracking up and obviously second-guessing his choice of audience participants.
Jeopardy! competitors Bison, the medical marijuanacal dude, Randy, the life guard for Beer Can Beach, and the fabulous John Wilkes Booth, professional ass-ass-in~ competed for the grand prize of punmaking.
Ugh. It was so fantastic. Utterly, utterly hilarious. My cheeks ache from grinning and my abs hurt from being crippled with laughter.
I know Whose Line has a pretty big fandom, but the sad thing is, since the live show isn’t recorded, none of them will ever understand. People know what I mean when I say “Meyoww” or “Totally PARTAAAAAAY” or “the cat!!”, but none will ever understand the power of the magic words “Peptoooooooo BISMOL!” or “Quack quack quack quack quack!” or… *sigh*
If you ever get a chance to see these guys, go for it. You will not regret it.
On a whim I checked the schedule for the live Whose Line is it Anyway? show.
It’s happening tonight. In San Francisco.
It was sold out but they added a second show so I’m GOING! I am so excited.
I was out for a walk, and when I stopped at a cafe, it wasn’t in my purse.
DUN DUN DUNNN
So I freaked out. I walked very quickly back to my apartment in the hopes that it was there. It was not.
I retraced the steps of my entire walk, which was pretty freaking long to begin with.
It wasn’t nearly this happy but as a Who fan I think I’m required to use a 500 miles gif when talking about walking now.
It was exhausting, and there was no sign of my phone.
I had some friends call it, and I used the FindMyiPhone app, which… didn’t work. Nonetheless, I kept sending messages to it. Every ten minutes or so. I kind of hoped that if someone had stolen it it would annoy them into submission.
“NO THIS IS PATRICK!”
Nope.
“Nope.”
I moped my way through Japanese class, to the point where Sensei was worried I was ill.
Guhhh
Then I went home and tried to cheer myself up, still vainly checking my email.
:(
I watched a lot of Whose Line.
It helped a bit.
Then I binged on Torchwood fanfics.
This is canon dialogue from the show, actually.
I kept reaching for where my phone usually is on my nightstand only for it to not be there.
“There are no phones!”
BUT THEN
My friend instant message’d me!
Scarabsi: SOMEONE FOUND YOUR PHONE
Scarabsi: HELLO
Scarabsi: WHERE ARE YOU
Me: WHAT?
Me: WHAT??
Me: WHAT
omgomgomg
I was so excited, I couldn’t wait for her to email me. Turns out she’d picked it up before I’d even noticed it was missing. And she heroically saved it from being hit by a truck.
I don’t have any gifs of trucks, just heroes.
So now I’m all giddy about it.
…There may have been some happydancing.
This girl. She is my hero.
These girls are also my heroes.
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
Epilogue: My legs hurt.
