An Evening With Bill Cosby

On Friday Lance and I treated ourselves to a night out - sans children.

Any night without the kids is going to be nice.  (Sorry kiddos - love you!)  But this one was especially great.

We started the evening at a local restaurant that I've always wanted to go to - La Scala.  When I'm not with the kids I'm all about going to locally owned restaurants rather than chains.  Preferably something without a kids menu.  This fit the bill.

Even though we had a reservation we still had to wait nearly 20 minutes.  And the hostess sat someone who came in after us who had a reservation for the same time.  We were not impressed with the hostess.  But then we got a super waitress who totally made up for it.

The food and the atmosphere were both excellent.  We even splurged and got an appetizer.  (Image borrowed from their site.)  Okay, it wasn't so much of a splurge as this pregnant lady was so hungry she was pretty sure she was going to die if she didn't get some food RIGHT THEN.

It worked.  I didn't die.  And the bruschetta was fantastic.

We ate and then rushed over to the campus because we were going to spend the evening with Bill Cosby (and several thousand of our closest friends).  We got to our seats right before Mr. Cosby came out.

For a split second I was a bit disappointed that he wasn't wearing a signature brightly-colored sweater.  Instead he was wearing Purdue gear from head to foot, which I guess is a good close second.  He was also wearing Birkenstocks, which might seem weird on a 73 year old comedian in sweats, but they seemed to suit him.

Well.  The show was AWESOME!  Seriously, that man is a class act and a natural entertainer.  We laughed for the entire two hours and would have willingly stayed for another two.  It was wonderful.  Lance and I both laughed to tears during a story he told of his 6 year-old self having a tantrum, probably because we could relate so well to it.

In fact, even though he was a poor black child who grew up in the projects of Philadelphia, he tells stories in such a way that even if you're a white girl who grew up in the suburbs of California you feel as if you can totally relate to all of his experiences.  That's the sign of a great entertainer in my book.

Even though we had to wait in the parking garage for 30 minutes before we could drive home and I felt completely nauseous all the way home, it was a wonderful evening.