And that post title?  Pretty much sums up my weekend, y’all. 

On Friday evening, I went with my cousin Crockett, my cousin Miss Margarita, and her husband Mr. Dewars to see Kathy Griffin live at the Fox Theater. 

See the marquis?  I was there…

But first, we all went here…

…to eat pizza topped with goat cheese, chicken, and artichokes (YUM!)…

And if you know who Kathy Griffin is, you either love her or simply wish that she would fall down a flight of stairs.  With her hair on fire.  Kathy is all kinds of a bit crude, and shocking, and loud, and she can swear up a blue streak.  Personally, the dark side of me thinks she’s hilarious.  And I hope that that doesn’t say too much about me, because I’m generally a good person. Unless I’m making fun of someone’s braces.

And if you don’t know who Kathy is or if you don’t watch her Emmy-nominated television show on Bravo, “Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List,” I’m telling you that she has a huge following of fans of the male persuasion.  More precisely, of the male homosexual persuasion.  Oh my!  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.  And Kathy often talks about the fact that she has this gay following, and in every city that she visits, she has “her gays.”  Case in point, these guys were in line behind us as we were entering the theater…

(Notice the guy on the left? His t-shirt says “Kathy’s German Straight”–tee hee!)

And behind them were scores and scores of other men.  And inside the theater, were scores and scores of other men.  It was raining men.  Hallelujah!  And it was the best smelling theater that I’ve ever been to in my life, people.  I’m talking I thought that I was at the cologne counter in Lord & Taylor.  When I closed my eyes, I just knew I was in heaven.  And then I got dizzy.  And speaking of closing my eyes, I might as well have kept them closed the entire time because we were sitting this far away from the stage…

Anyhow, it was a fabulous night, and Kathy was all kinds of funny and evil—all packed up in a handbasket ready for Hell. 

As for the remainder of my weekend, well, it involved hogs of the Harley Davidson variety, animals of the canine variety, and a near stroke of the heat variety.  The Humane Society chapter that I volunteer for held their annual Hogs for Dogs Ride and Festival on Saturday, and I was responsible for registering the riders.  While standing outside.  In the Atlanta heat.  But it was all worth it because I got to register riders like these…

…and watch medieval jousting.  Which, okay… 

And watch and listen to over 200 hogs rev up their engines and particpate in a 50-mile ride around the county…all for the love of dogs…

We don’t have the official numbers in yet regarding the amount of money raised, but we’re sure it was a great success!

So, basically, it was a full and exciting weekend.  And next weekend I’ll be lounging in the subtropics of the Georgia coast while sipping Corona Lights.  And maybe Amaretto Sours.  Probably both.  I’ll be sure to let  you know.