Yesterday, my best friend and I went to see Dylan Moran. This'd be the third time we did that, but this time we changed it up a bit by having good food and great cocktails beforehand. For what followed I really needed those cocktails.... and then some.
Because as Dylan Moran drunkenly writhed around on stage and started wailing off tune to the clinking of a keyboard we could just look at each other in pure confusion.
It was awkward as hell.
I feel like I might have needed to be at least as drunk as he was to enjoy his We Got This. I'll willingly admit to enjoying him so much more when he was searingly bitter but sober. At least then he could remember his script.
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