My Saturday was pretty much spent watching a youtube marathon of “Kathy Griffin – My Life on The D List”. I fricken love Kathy Griffin. I love her crass, no filter potty-mouth humor. She and I have a lot in common when it comes to our sense of humor.
I was noticing that since she divorced from her husband that she has been on the road a lot more than when she was with him. Or am I making this up? I really don’t understand how people don’t know who Kathy Griffin is. If I passed her on a crowded street I’d probably first pee my pants and then run over to her yelling, “Kathy Griffin! Kathy Griffin! I’m your biggest fan! You’re fricken hilarious, Kathy Griffin!!!” I even found myself fantasizing (Yes, Kathy, I fantasize about you!) about how I could be the ‘assistant to the assistant’s assistant’. I mean, they look really stressed out flying from West Hollywood to London to Miami and back to Ireland. They need one more assistant to lighten the load. Oh, oh oh… I got it! I could be Kathy’s resident photographer AND her event manager and her biggest fan!
Kathy Griffin! Book your next show in Portland, Oregon! This is a gay man’s and woman’s mecca and all the Portland weirdos would love to see you too! I’ll even be your biggest fan.
p.s. I forgot to mention that my heritage goes back to Ireland AND I own the same pair of mary jane Dr. Martens as Kathy. Thanks for listening.
