Do the KKK meet after Labor Day?
Think about it for a second. Then join me in riotous laughter.
OK... so about a month and a half after Puff and I first met, I heard about this festival... the Laugh Your Asheville Off Comedy Festival. As I recently mentioned HERE, Asheville, NC, isn't that terribly far from where we live. So we tried it out and loved it. We made it back in 2011 as well, which is when I heard that KKK joke that has since become my all-time fave joke ever! Since we enjoy this tradition we've established, we invited the MIL to town for the weekend to watch Bimmer for a few hours, while we hit the road for a date night!
We had dinner at a decent, yet hilariously gawdy decorated, Italian restaurant in the heart of downtown.
Then we took some ridiculous photos while killing time before the show started.
Then we laughed and were entertained for 2 1/2 hours by some pretty awesome comedians. Never mind the 50 year old woman sitting 2 seats over who thought she was in her living room and decided to put her bare feet across the seat between us so they were virtually in my lap! (Yes, I'm still cringing over that. Needless to say, as soon as Puff and I saw an out to switch seats, we did!)
And my giant turkey posed with some turkeys on the way back to the car.
Don't worry... no one thought anything of it. Not when a person dressed as a nun rode by on a giant comical bicycle contraption. Oh yeah, and an old lady started singing power ballads in the parking garage. Nope... we were pretty darn tame! Asheville is weird.
It makes us feel normal.