“Jenny?!? C’est un bon nom Francophone!”

Saturday night, we got dinner with two friends, who’d taken the liberty of buying us tickets to the very entertaining Kiss My Cabaret for afterward. KMC turns out to be a lot funnier than the old performance art revue Balls that we attended several times long ago when we lived in Minneapolis. I remember Balls as occasionally brilliant and as taking itself very seriously. KMC was more, well, raucous. Of course it was bilingual and I got lost a few times, but when the two Catholic ladies described the priest’s sex ed class for boys, I got the idea.