The NPR news quiz show Wait, Wait...Don't Tell Me! was recorded in the Van Duzer theater last night. John and I were there, up in the balcony, laughing and laughing.
It was a tremendous bit of fun. Most of it sounded, well, just like it does every Saturday morning on the radio.
Anne Lamott was the "Not my Job" person. Her interview was much longer than what will be played on the show. She sounded tired, but pulled no punches. (I've never been quite sure what to make of her. I like her non-fiction writing, she is sharp and quick and funny and genuine. Her talk about spirituality and faith, though, makes me feel uneasy in the way that anyone who needs to insist that they are a Christian and defend their interpretation of the Bible makes me uneasy. I believe her to be sincere--unlike certain politicians, for example--I just don't see why "my faith" makes someone a good person. I'm not saying this very clearly; topic for a post sometime.) It was her birthday earlier this week and we all got to sing her "Happy Birthday".
Adam Felber was, by far, the funniest of the 3 panelists.
Carl Kassell's cockney accent was hilarious.
We got to do retakes at the end of the whole thing. These were, for the most part, bits where we (the audience) were too loud in our enthusiasm and covered what Peter Sagal et al. were saying. And I'll be surprised if our boo-ing Gale Norton winds up on the broadcast. For the record, the first time through, there was loud boo-ing and hissing. As is only to be expected from a Humboldt county audience.
Afterwards, as some of our local NPR station's "most loyal contributors", we attended a reception with the cast and crew. That was nice too (free food! tiramisu, even!). We knew a number of the other generous dweebs attending; how refreshing to chat with friends with no children hanging off my arms.