— Yesterday, within the first 2 seconds of our show, two sentences into the thing, a little old lady out in the audience said, at full volume, “WHAT IS HE SAYING? CAN ANYONE ELSE HEAR WHAT HE IS SAYING?” She was roundly shushed by the rest of the crowd. I think the median age of our audience yesterday was 98.<\/p>\n
— In-depth conversation with Carmen about the black dahlia murder. She is as obsessed with it as I am. Not too many people care about the black dahlia thing – but if you’re into it, it’s like you’re a member of some freaky little club. She had just read Black Dahlia Avenger<\/i>, and I haven’t seen her in … a year?? So we had MUCH to talk about. We were like, “Hey, how are you, good to see you … so what did you think of Black Dahlia Avenger<\/i>?” We cut right into the forensic details.<\/p>\n
— My favorite moment of the weekend was on Friday – or, actually – it was Saturday morning. Maybe at 2 or 3 in the morning. My sister Jean and her boyfriend Pat came down to see the show. We ended up hanging out where my sister Siobhan bartends until … uhm … 4 am? It was great. Anyway; best moment: Randomly, a Canadian stand-up comic joined our group. None of us knew him, but he rightly felt that we were the funnest group in the joint. Anyway, my two sisters ended up singing for him the Canadian national anthem – in French – with MUCH GUSTO at circa 3 am. Candlelights flickering, beer glasses all around, and the O’Malley sisters BELTING OUT “O Canada” IN FRENCH. hahaha I kind of wished they had kept on singing forever. I honestly don’t think Canadian Comic Boy knew WHAT the hell to do. He tried to make a joke about it afterwards, but I think that the only appropriate response would have been: “You two just blow my mind. Wow.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
— Yesterday, within the first 2 seconds of our show, two sentences into the thing, a little old lady out in the audience said, at full volume, “WHAT IS HE SAYING? CAN ANYONE ELSE HEAR WHAT HE IS SAYING?” She … Continue reading