Eddie Is the New Jon

Since the Snotties are all going to see him the day after tomorrow, I was suckered into promising that I would not reveal too much about seeing Eddie Izzard live and in person this evening. But I can't possibly say nothing at all, as it is contrary to my very nature, so here goes...

First and foremost, single-ticket sales can be a beautiful thing, and a big, BIG shoutout to LaCa for arranging that for me... my designated 18 square inches were all I could have desired without someone requiring a kidney for down payment. Added to this, the nimrods who had the two seats directly in front of me didn't show up (!!!), so my view was clear and unobstructed for two solid hours.

Not sure if it was the lighting, my imagination, or perhaps the safety tinting on my contact lenses, but I had no idea Eddie's eyes were quite that strikingly blue. Seriously.

He got heckled in French.

There was a line that he deemed to be a "four-person joke." I was one of the four people. NO doubts on this, probably even the strangers on either side of me would confirm it.

He has an iPhone, and doesn't leave it in his dressing room... which makes me wonder who he would actually take a call from while on stage.

A couple of things I might have expected, I saw none (or at least very little) of. If you know his stuff well, there were references that I believe had to be deliberate, but not obvious. Overall, the reactions I heard from others in the crowd as we filed out were very positive, and I myself laughed myself into a hacking cough regularly. Even took a couple hits on the pneumonia inhaler that I'm still carrying around, hoping that might help relieve some of the hacking. It did not.

Pondered hanging around at the back of the theater for a while to let the crowd thin out and maybe catch a glimpse or a 'graph... but the beefy bouncer boys appeared to be taking their jobs very seriously, so I decided against it. Did I miss out? Possibly. But I'll just have to live with that.

What the hell IS the Pope's real name, anyway?

Enjoyed the Columbus stuff he opened with, curious to see how it changes when he's playing in Chicago.

Brace yourself ladies, he is all boy in this one. Well, not ALL boy, he's still Eddie, but... Dude. Was. Smo. KING.

And this is all VERY tightly scripted.

So... yeah.