I have some exciting news…
No, I’m not pregnant.
BUT WE ARE GOING TO SEE YO GABBA GABBA LIVE TONIGHT IN SACRAMENTO.
I’m so freaking excited. I never thought I’d be able to go to one of their live shows because tickets are very expensive. But when my cousin received four free tickets to the show in Sacramento, I jumped at the chance to watch Foofa smell her flowers LIVE!
My cousin did not actually win these tickets personally. My cousin’s friend won them from a radio station by being the 93rd caller or whatever. In fact, when my cousin’s friend Laurie won the tickets, she had no idea what Yo Gabba Gabba was. She thought it was some sort of Mexican band. After she found out the true nature of YGG she offered the tickets to my cousin and my cousin invited Isobel and me. Let’s hear it for blood relatives!
I’m a little nervous to strap two toddlers in a car and ride with them the hour and a half (give or take) to Sacramento on a Thursday night but HELL, how often do you get a chance to see DJ LANCE ROCK in his bright orange jumpsuit and Beefeater hat in person?! If at all possible my goal is to give him a high-five. Please pray to Baby Picard Jesus that my wish will be fulfilled.
Once we get to our state’s fine Capitol we are going to have dinner somewhere and head to the theater. I will probably be obnoxiously gabbing away on twitter all night (much like any other night, really) so prepare yourself for tweets that say things like LISTENING AND DANCING TO MUSIC IS AWESOME!
I love Yo Gabba Gabba. Not as much as Isobel does, obviously, but I love the singing and the dancing and the trippy cartoons. Vintage Sesame Street had its fair share of trippy cartoons and I turned out okay, so people who object to the weirdness of YGG need to shut it. I love DJ Lance and his spaghetti-noodle-like physique and his musical guests and Leslie and the Aquabats and Biz Markie and even the flying toast. I would rather eat snails than watch any production of Disney On Ice, but Yo Gabba Gabba live with special secret musical guest I am so down for.
I’ve heard stories about YGG live, including the one about asshole parents hoarding all the balloons so that their child gets like ten and others get none but I’m not worried: if someone tries to steal Isobel’s balloon I will pummel them with said balloon until they run screaming to their mommy. Sorry, punk. I give kids like you time outs for breakfast.
What the hell was I saying?
Dude, I’m taking a furlough day to take my daughter to go see Yo Gabba Gabba live and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it.