The Kids in the Hall theme song is "Having an Average Weekend," by Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet, but our Sunday was anything but. The day started off with Mother's Day brunch in Vancouver, paired with niece Rebecca's first birthday party (pics to come). I think this is the only year, however, that such festivities will be overshadowed on the blog by the Kids themselves. Their live performance was outstanding, and since it's me we're talking about, here are some scenes from the aftershow portion of the evening.
The top photo is of me with my favorite Kid (all 5-foot-6 of him), Bruce McCulloch. He's poking my belly with a wooden spoon in reference to the Kids' "Touch Paul Bellini contest." (Oh, and in case I haven't told you by now, I am about 30 weeks' pregnant! All signs point to a healthy girl due July 19.)
I said to Bruce, "Don't you have a birthday tomorrow?" "How did you know?" he asked. "I'm your stalker." Then the girl next to us said, "I'm your second stalker!" Bruce was very sweet and soft-spoken, asked when the baby was due and told me congrats.
Michael was a good sport, documenting my moments with all the Kids:
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| Here's me attempting to "crush" Mark McKinney's head and a less-candid moment. He was really funny and drew a mustache, soulpatch and ear hairs on his picture in my program. |
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| Here's Scott Thompson, left, and Kevin McDonald, right. My moments with both of them were pretty much all business, as they both seemed in a bit of a hurry. |
Turning the tables on Dave Foley. He said, "There sure are a lot of pregnant women around here"; I made an off-color joke, and as we walked away, I heard him say to the next person, "Are
you pregnant?"
A fantastic night & beyond my wildest expectations! After the show, Michael and I met up at a bar with brother-in-law Kyle and his friend, both who'd gone to the show. About an hour after meeting the Kids, I saw all but Scott walk by, presumably on the way to their hotel. I waved like mad to Bruce & Mark, who obliged with a return wave. They probably figured I was some girl-drink drunk, when really I was just high on my great night!
Things are finally starting to come together for the July arrival of Baby Brunhilda.* The biggest job so far was getting her room painted. Even though we're only renting, we couldn't bear the brick-red walls paired with brown carpet. Actually, we were willing to bear with it because we didn't want to make any improvements to our landlord's place, but Michael's mom kind of guilted us into it. A good thing, too, as it looks so much better already.
