Don Rickles in Drag and the D.I.T.

She's Don Rickles in drag. You can read the San Francisco Theater Blog review of Dame Edna here, but under no circumstances should you sit anywhere in the first half a dozen rows, or she may pick you out of the crowd, bully you onto the stage and then humiliate your ass. The jokes won't be any less funny from the back of the orchestra. You have been forewarned.



The Christmas tree is up in Union Square and the brugmansia are still in full bloom. It's a very weird-looking combination of ingredients, like Christmas in Shmalifornia always is. After the show, Plot and Duck walked through Union Square, which had a few people in it, to Virgin Records, which was absolutely empty, to buy a few, you know, things, to send to Kazakhstan, which has Brittany. Britt, you're not reading this are you? If so, we most assuredly didn't get you anything on the list that you wanted.

Then, this morning, the idea was to get both cars parked in front of World Headquarters. The Alternate Street Parking is from 8am-10am, so as soon as both meter maids went by, at 9:30, in their little Vehicles of Death flanking the red truck that their lawyer sits in, Plot moved the Saab in front of John's and the Golf in front of Ray's. He stood outside until just before 10am, when: "DUCK! DUCK! GET OUT HERE RIGHT AWAY. HURRY!"

Sure enough, the street sweeper didn't show up until 9:59, and there was a cop inside to ticket the entire block of construction workers, all of whom had moved their pickups until the meter maid went by, but now moved them back when they figured the sweeper wouldn't show up again today, as he often doesn't.

So Plot quickly moved the Saab and Duck moved the Golf and twenty five vehicles went around the block and back again. The Street Sweeper got a big kick out of it, the street got swept and nobody got a ticket, so Happy Thanksgiving to everyone at the Department of Infuriating Ticketing.