Have i really not been to a concert since Morrissey last September? Egad. Editors on Friday will quell the drought.

I have been to other types of performances, including my Christmas present the weekend before the Super Bowl. On Saturday night we convened with SonicLiving founder Gabe and his fiancee Adi at Liverpool Lil's, just off the Presidio. Despite having lived just a quick jaunt into the former military base for two years, we'd never been. After a good pub dinner, we walked over to the Palace of Fine Arts theater for the first of a two night closing celebration for SF Sketchfest. The guests of honor were canucks and personal quote repositories the Kids in the Hall. From our second row seats, we watched the night's Q&A, hosted by music writer Paul Myers, perhaps more famous for being the brother of Shrek/Wayne Campbell/Austin Powers/Dr. Evil. I wasn't exactly sure how the interaction would go, but the troupe kept us laughing with interesting tales of their formative years, what exactly "Kids in the Hall" means, early days of the group in Toronto, and their favorite bits of the show. The story of the night was the blossoming friendship between Scott Thompson and devout fan Kurt Cobain, which ended abruptly for obvious reasons. I was also thrilled to learn that i'm not the only one who loves the German industrial "sausages" sketch. At the end of the night Adi and i went to fetch the cars (as we were the healthy ones with umbrellas), and naturally while i was away Veronica met Scott and got a picture. Lucky. You can see the side of Dave Foley's head in there too.

Sunday night was the performance evening, for which we had fifth row seats. The first hour of the show was all new material, most of which was great. Dave Foley's time travel helmet was priceless. They then did a few of the classics, including the original Chicken Lady sketch, the "salty ham" bit, and of course, "so you're painting a chair, eh?" Afterwards, despite being a school night, Veronica convinced me to accompany Gabe and co. to the after party at Amante in North Beach. Turns out they weren't selling tickets at the door, so we walked a few doors down and had drinks at O'Reilly's. At midnight we decided to head home, but our walk to the cars took us past the after party again, which was now no longer guarded by bouncers. We waltzed in and walked straight into Scott Thompson, fortuitously as we were just speculating on the amount of sexual innuendo in the sketches he writes. Our new friend Brendan met Dave Foley and became embroiled in a deep conversation. The rest of us were happy to skim the remains of the free buffet and have a nightcap. I usually get self-conscious about meeting my favorite celebrities, and as such didn't engage in any meaningful exchanges with any of my comic heroes. It was fun just to be drinking in the same bar.