Redhead Against Discrimination

I went to go see a tribute to Eddie Izzard tonight at the SF Sketchfest. As expected, it was great.

(Warning mini-rant coming) I have to say I do hate when they have a Q&A session with the audience. Audiences for the most part are stupid, and if you give people an opportunity to stand in front of a microphone and talk to a large group of people and question someone who they are presumably a fan of, the results are never pretty. One woman opened by saying she was a marathon runner, and because of that had a hard time finding boots for big calves, and asked where Eddie got his. REALLY?! (Mini-rant complete)

But what does this have to do with trashing my house you ask? Well I got home after the event and it was rather late and I hadn’t eaten dinner. I balanced the quick dinner I threw together, utensils, a drink and my cell phone between my two hands.

I walked over to the couch with the intention of throwing my cell on the couch and putting my drink on the coffee table. Instead I had a brain disconnect and threw the drink on the couch and placed my cell on the coffee table.

Even thinking about it now I get the giggles. I literally threw a FULL glass of (thankfully) water all over my couch - completely intentionally. If only I had neighbors that could see in my apartment, I would pay to hear what in the fuck they thought I was doing.