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Jiggety jog. It's nice to come home to a place that has actual heat in it. (There is no heat at all coming into any of the rooms in our apartment, and someone had better do something, because I will not last the winter in that place. It is Roosevelt Island, not the ghet-toe, Mr Super. Please heat us.)

Well, the magic of Kiki and Herb can not be adequately described. It really must be witnessed. Suffice it to say that I laughed so hard I got the hiccoughs.

Part of the laughing, I admit, was due to the outrageous behaviour of the gentleman sitting in front of me, who was under the impression that it was a full audience-participation event, with the Wave, and slapping the knees of total strangers, and enforced eye contact with the people behind one. I found him extraordinarily entertaining, I admit; almost as entertaining as Kiki herself.

Kiki scared me. In a good way. I feel she is my true personality, magnified for the stage.

Afterwards, I committed a misdemeanor, and laughed myself nauseous.

If I keep this socializing stuff up, one day I will actually feel cool enough to hang out with my teen idols.

Good times.

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