Come with me now, on a journey through time and space…

As I’ve mentioned many a time on my blog, I adore comedy, particularly British comedy. It’s the most fantastic form of expression, and it got me through the hardest months of my life last year/early this year. For my 25th birthday/my upcoming graduation in November, my grandparents used their frequent flyer miles and bought two tickets for my fiance and myself to Festival Supreme, Tenacious D’s first comedy festival out in Santa Monica.

I waited patiently for four months.
A few days ago, I had the best vacation of my life.

(Note: click on any of the pictures for an expanded image!)

It started out ominous: our flight from Chicago to Los Angeles was delayed by 2+ hours.
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We tried to make the best of it, but we were already exhausted from full days. I’d been teaching since 8am.

God bless the time change. We arrived in LA at 11:30pm, which was 1:30am our time. The taxi ride to the hotel was short and sweet (but nowhere near cheap), and we settled in to our beautiful hotel room.
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Yes I am that person who takes photos of my entire trip. Y’all should know that by now.

We had exemplary room service.
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Look at the goddamn potatoes.

And we wandered down to the pier at 12:30 at night. In Chicago, you can’t walk around large public venues without cops questioning you. It just doesn’t happen. Here, we were able to quietly take everything in. I’d never felt so relaxed after a day of travel.
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We also were excited to see the set up for the festival that was to come. I couldn’t wait.
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This area would later become virtually inaccessible.

We went to bed late, too excited for the following day to begin.

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Good morning, Santa Monica. You’re looking fabulous today.

It was finally here. I was going to see my favorite comedy group on stage, feet away from me.
I didn’t discover The Mighty Boosh until a little over a year ago. My grandmother was going through intense brain radiation as a method of treatment for invasive small-cell cancer. Her mental state was hazy at best; we had no idea what would happen. I fell into a deep depression, riddled with intense panic attacks. My best friend recommended I take my mind off of things and watch this show he liked.
It may sound silly, but The Mighty Boosh kept me going through the winter.

I never thought I’d get the chance to see them live. Ever. That morning I woke up in Santa Monica, I felt happier than I had in a very long time.
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We went down to the pier and took in the beautiful morning.
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And we had to go in the ocean.
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After we spent the morning frolicking along the coast, we changed and headed to the festival.
We arrived to a massive line around 2pm. The first act we wanted to see (Garfunkel and Oates) didn’t start playing until 2:45, so we figured we had some time.
The line wrapped around blocks of Santa Monica streets. We were really concerned it was going to take forever to get in. However, once the line started moving, it went pretty quickly.
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The Omega Stage held a lot of the bigger acts, such as Tenacious D, Tim and Eric, and The Gregory Brothers. We only stuck around here for a little while.
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If you’ve never been to Santa Monica, it gets foggy very quickly.

Garfunkel and Oates were lovely. They played a 30 minute set, but their sound unfortunately stopped working several times during their performance. They still rocked it out, though.
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We then scuttled over to The Mighty Tent (how genius, right?), but first we ran into Jack Black.
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He was insanely nice and greeted the early festival goers with hugs and smiles.

So here we were, smack dab in the middle of where the Boosh would be playing. I told my fiance that once I found a good spot, I wasn’t leaving. We waited for three hours, and we saw some utterly fantastic acts in the meantime.

First, there was Nancy and Beth, a musical duo led by Megan Mullally and Stephanie Hunt. They had stunning voices (really!) and played old 1950’s-style choir and blues music. It was a delight.
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At one point, Fred Armisen joined them onstage to pass out hats and play the cymbals.

After they performed, Eric Idle and the Jeff Davis Experience came onstage. I held my breath as one of my biggest heroes was called up by Jack Black.
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“Ladies and gentlemen…Eriiiiiiiic Iiiiiiiiiidlllllllle!”

YES. Bring it ON.
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Wait…
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“They said Eric Idle. Not Billy Idol.”
“No they didn’t, I heard my name.”
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“I assure you they said my name, not yours.”

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Then Billy Idol proceeded to lead us in a rousing rendition of “The Lumberjack Song”. How fucking brilliant!

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Eric Idle, the legend himself, wearing a snakeskin suit on an 80 degree day. He and Jeff Davis (a former cast member of the American version of Whose Line is it Anyway?) gave an amazing performance of old and classic Python songs.

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Jeff Davis during the lovely performance of “Bruce’s Philosopher Song”.

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We all sang along!

Then this happened.
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And my heart melted.

They ended their performance with “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life”, and I actually cried.

After Eric Idle came Reggie Watts. I didn’t know much about him before this, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew he made lots of experimental music, but that’s about it.
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He blew my fucking mind.

After a few songs, he brought out a dance troupe from Brooklyn who performed alongside him for most of the set. They were mesmerizing.
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I was completely absorbed in their movement, I almost forgot what I was doing there in the first place. But as he wrapped up his last song, my stomach started to flutter, and my heart started to drum.
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Thank you Mr. Watts, but I’m overwhelmed with excitement for the next act.

The crowd at this point was massive. I felt a pang of claustrophobia as I looked back.
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Look at those lovely photogenic people. But dear God YOU CAN’T SEE THE OUTSIDE ANYMORE.

The girl next to me started making light conversation, and we geeked out over our love for the Boosh, Richard Ayoade, and Never Mind the Buzzcocks. The woman on the other side of me had a Boosh pin on her cardigan. She said she’d made it in her digital design class.
I was wearing my Vince Noir jacket, one I’d made a few months back.
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After what felt like hours of waiting, the lights started to dim.
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First, Noel and Julian came onstage in monk robes to ominous music. The cheer was deafening. I mean, I literally couldn’t hear myself.

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They began to sing “Electro Boy”, which in turn caused everyone to make the fantastic hand gestures that go with it. It was pretty fantastic to look back and see over a thousand people dancing along.

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OH MY GOD. Noel has a new mirrorball suit.

Vince Noir and Howard Moon began their fantastic bit of “Don’t touch me. Don’t ever touch me.”
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Can we talk about how beautiful and beige Howard looks? Just genius.

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The man. The myth. The Moon.
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After their initial five-minute routine, Noel shooed offstage, and Julian proceeded to do Howard’s classic corduroy tease dance.
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HOLY SHIT ELBOW TASSLES.

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My fiance said that if you didn’t explain this image to anyone, it looks like Cher was injured. Jean-Claude Jaquettie…

They started singing a new and fabulous song about deer and nature. It was equally mystical and metal.
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Julian Barratt is a guitar genius.

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Then, Julian left the stage and Vince introduced the one and only Naboo! I have to say, he might have been my favorite character to see live, simply because he was completely silent.

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Their parents must be so proud, am I right?
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And then the hero stepped onto the stage.
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And nobody rocks a house like Bob motherfuckin Fossil.

Julian came on and did “Call of the Yeti”.
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I FINALLY GOT A GOOD SHOT OF DAVE BROWN. Don’t think I forgot about the amazing Dave Brown, because that is just impossible.

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He played some fantastic instruments…

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including this. This may be the funniest image I’ve ever seen.

After “The Call of the Yeti”, it was the moment we’d all been hoping for.
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And it did not disappoint. A combination of Bailey’s and the knee sweat of Bootsy Collins.

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“Howard, do you love me?” “Oh, dear.”

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You can feel the awkward.

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Dave Brown: the man of seamless costume additions.

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“A scaly manfish.”

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And what would Old Gregg be without his art?

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I wish I’d been just a little closer.

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I wanted the drawing of the satsuma.

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Oh thank you sir for looking directly into my massive camera. Thank you so very much.

TIME TO END THE SHOW ALREADY?! I’m sad.
But let’s end with “Love Games”, which everyone knew, of course.
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Can we talk about how amazing this picture is?

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The face that’s made when you ask Howard to scat. Pure concern.

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It wouldn’t be a Boosh show without some awkward dancing by Naboo and Bob Fossil.
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And finally, the highest quality image I got the whole time. A perfect group shot.
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Thank you, Boosh. Thank you for everything. I was completely exhausted after this.

James and I decided to leave the festival at this point and walk around. We needed nourishment and libations after that religious experience.

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We sat at a nearby bench on the beach and listened to Tenacious D after we had a delicious dinner.
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My fiance needed fruit and protein. I needed caffeine.

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I AM SO TIRED AT THIS POINT.

We scooted up to the edge of the stage to watch the finale. I can only say that by this point, I was so happy not to be in the crowd anymore.
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Still got a good shot though.

This was literally the most enjoyable and exciting vacation I’ve ever been on. We did everything we wanted to do, we saw every comedian we wanted to see, and we were just so thrilled to be with each other.
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Thank you Santa Monica. Until next time.

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