Day 100: Flight of the Conchords

I’ll cop to it — I didn’t get any decent pictures of the Conchords OR Kristen Schaal, who opened for them (squee!), not only because I was too chickenshit to challenge Grandpa McUsher, who was roaming the rows and threatening to cut people with cameras, but mostly because I can’t take pictures in the dark. I just can’t. Plus I was excited. Whatever — I don’t live my WHOLE life through a screen!

Anyway. The show was great. They opened with this song — wearing janky-ass Daft Punk ripoff outfits — and it was hilarious:

The banter was top-notch. The fake country-fried accents were funny. The stories about East Nashville taxi rides were hilarious. The douchenozzles in the audience screaming for “Freebird” were douchetastic. The two encores were short and sweet.

After the show, we headed over to Robert’s Western World to meet up with Toby and Ansley, and lo and behold, the back door of Robert’s butts up to the side door of the Ryman, where a crowd gathered to wait for the duo to board their bus. I was skeptical that we’d see them, but as we were leaving the bar an hour or two later, sure enough, they were out there with fans, taking pictures and whatnot. Jen snapped a pic with Jemaine, for which I will never forgive her/will always admire her. I was drunk and feeling dumb, so I got close for a split second and then realized that my group wasn’t with me, so I went sprinting back to them. I have never been able to harass people I love for attention. Just ain’t my style. Which is sad, because it means I never get what I really want. Hm.

Anyway, those boys were good sports despite the audience’s general douchebaggery and the likely awkwardness of confronting their fans after the show. If I’d had three more drinks in me, I might have gotten close enough to smell Jemaine’s chest hair. Maybe.

Yeaaaaaah.

And to think I almost didn’t get to see them at all. I owe Kristin and Lonnie my firstborn. Or a lot of beer.

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