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!)
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.
Yes I am that person who takes photos of my entire trip. Y’all should know that by now.
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.
We went to bed late, too excited for the following day to begin.
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.
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.
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.
If you’ve never been to Santa Monica, it gets foggy very quickly.
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.
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.
“Ladies and gentlemen…Eriiiiiiiic Iiiiiiiiiidlllllllle!”
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.
They ended their performance with “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life”, and I actually cried.
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.
Thank you Mr. Watts, but I’m overwhelmed with excitement for the next act.
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.
After what felt like hours of waiting, the lights started to dim.
First, Noel and Julian came onstage in monk robes to ominous music. The cheer was deafening. I mean, I literally couldn’t hear myself.
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.
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.
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.
Thank you Santa Monica. Until next time.