Life is a Kabaret

Comedy comes in all forms, but in Poland it's mostly in the form of a Kabaret (Kah-BAH-rrrrette). Usually seen on Saturday nights such as this, a Kabaret is basically a sketch variety show, occasionally involving singing. Many are very political, which doesn't mean much to me as I really don't know what's going on in Polish politics. All I can say is that it is almost as stupid as American politics, and the current president here, whose identical twin brother is the Prime Minister, is almost as retarded as Dubyah. My favorite, and most modern that I've seen, is Kabaret Ani Mru Mru (roughly Not Even a Sound). These fuckers are HILARIOUS. Many of their skits involve vampires in everyday situations. Above we see Tofik (the hunchback) with his father discussing their love of Britney Spears and if Tofik is, in fact, ugly and his father tries to convince him otherwise.
Another one of my favorites is Kabaret Para Nienormalnych (Para-abnormals). The best skit that I've seen these dudes perform is a one man skit about a modern day Polish girl trying her best to be cool. Her name is Mariolka. She gets a phone call from her girlfriend Gabryska and talks about love and life in the fullest. Sidesplitting, believe me. Maybe you have to experience all of this for yourself, but I hope these photos speak for themselves.



So now that you know all there is to know about the best of the best of Polish comedy, let's talk about last night.

Here's a little background for you: unfortunately for me, I am forced to sleep in the same bed as my mother every night because I can't make it down the back stairs in this damn cast without killing myself or breaking another limb. Needless to say, she refuses to sleep downstairs by herself because she's "scared." Of what? Who the fuck knows?? We live in a tiny town with a tiny crime rate and two huge dogs in the yard but she's "scared." I take this as "I want to be as irritating as possible while you're here." Don't get me wrong, I love my mum, I just don't really want to be sleeping in the same bed as her. Not to mention she goes to bed between 5 and 7pm every night.

Anyway, I usually stay up, watching TV or surfing the interwebs and I go to bed pretty late. I can take that she snores, okay, I can really accept that. What I cannot accept is what happened last night: She YELLS in her sleep. When I say yells, I mean really goddamned yells. Everytime I fell asleep she started yelling about something. I would shake her and tell her to shut the hell up, and just as I was falling asleep again....she starts goddamned yelling again. By the time it was 3am I was ready to take the chance of breaking my leg again and run down the back stairs so I could sleep. I was so pissed off I was grinding my teeth and planning a way that I could talk her into sleeping downstairs from now on, which in turn also prevented me from sleeping. Needless to say, I tried all day today and nothing worked. So here I am, a married woman, sleeping with my mother.

In cheerier news, I have The Curious Case of Benjamin Button! I can't wait to watch it. Actually, I can wait, because I didn't get any sleep last night and I'm pretty tired. Little did I realize it is almost a 3 hour movie and I'm sure I'd pass out at the table in the middle of it.