The Great White Way

As you read this blog, Smarty Pants is wandering through the streets of Manhattan. I’ve met a friend there and we are no doubt eating fabulous food and complaining about how much our feet hurt after walking so much. It’s St. Patrick’s Day, so we’ll be Irish for the day, partaking in green beer and watching the parade from the steps of the Met as it goes down 5th Avenue. By now, I've probably spent too much money on a knockoff Dooney & Burke purse in Chinatown and spend two hours in line at the TKTS booth trying to get some last minute cheap tickets to something on Broadway that night.

Last night, I went to see Spamalot. I am a devoted Monty Python fan and I was willing to cough up the $$ in advance for that one. I find it’s the kind of humor you either get and love or you think it is the most ridiculous drivel you’ve ever heard. DB leaves the room every time I pop the Holy Grail into the DVD player. He does that with most things I watch, but just a few minutes of banter about sparrows and coconuts and he’s gone. (I’m chuckling to myself just thinking about it – “It’s not a question of how he grips it! It’s a question of weight ratio. A 2 ounce sparrow cannot lift a one pound coconut!” I’ll stop now.) So, when the opportunity arose to go to NYC with a like-minded friend – Shubert Theater here I come.

I guess to play off Kimberly’s earlier posts, this is one of the things I enjoy that would be considered a guilty pleasure of mine. My sense of humor, even as a child, was completely different from everyone around me. Sarcasm from a five year old is unexpected at best, disturbing at the very least – but it has always been a part of me. When I discovered Monty Python and Rocky Horror Picture Show in high school…I knew I had found my people, so to speak, and yes - some of them were cross-dressers.

Movies are not the only place I find great humor. I also find myself chuckling now and then while reading. I’m not much for physical or jokey comedy, but a lot of the books I read have the sophisticated humor I enjoy. I wonder sometimes if I am laughing at the point the author intended me to laugh or even if the author knows what they said is amusing. People laugh at me all the time (no comments from the playfriends) when I say things and I really don’t intend for it to be funny. I guess I just have a twisted point of view that some people – like Monty Python – enjoy and others find very strange. Hopefully, my future editors and readers will GET it.

Ok – so since we’ve established what kind of strange stuff I like - what kind of humor do you enjoy? What was the last book that made you laugh? What did you enjoy about that scene?

Now, it's time for me to get back to my trip. RUN AWAY!! (sorry, I said I'd stop)
SP