Despite repeatedly haranguing, groveling, begging and pleading, I was still denied getting backstage to Kathy Griffin.  Seriously, who does a boy have to know around here?  I used every media and entertainment contact I had in my little black book.  I even called Kathy’s third grade teacher … to no avail.

The concert, meanwhile, was a laugh-a-minute blitzkrieg.  Kathy pulled no punches and openly mocked anyone and everyone.  I wouldn’t exactly classify her as an insult comedienne, but she rides a fine line.  She stomped around on stage for nearly two hours lambasting everyone from Sarah Palin to Nancy Grace.  

I went with two of my dear friends Dana Wright and Rhiannon Alley, who are both media muckety-mucks.  Dana is an anchorette on the local CBS affiliate.  She and I met  because we have the same hairdresser, and we both enjoy binge drinking.  She has so many kids she should live in a shoe, but that doesn’t seem to phase her.  We were both nominated for local Emmy awards recently.  Turns out we will, once again, be each other’s dates for the Emmys in October.  The last time Dana won she bounced on stage and announced, “Thank you for giving me this award, despite the fact that my minivan smells like pee and Ritz Crackers.”  Yes, that’s Dana.  She klassy … with a K. 

Rhiannon, on the other hand, just got plucked from relative obscurity to host a syndicated show called “Better TV”.  She’s up and moving from lil’ ol’ KC to the Big Apple.  I’m not sure what “Better TV” is, but it’s sponsored by Better Homes & Gardens, so it’s probably a slice-of-life show.  Rhiannon will probably be making yak stew in one segment and harvesting beets in another.  She’s chatty and engaging and could make doilies sound interesting. 

So despite not getting backstage, my evening was still amazing.  I drank my weight in martinis beforehand and got to kibbitz with some of my favorite newsgals.  It doesn’t get any better than th … oh wait, yeah, it would have been better if we met Kathy Griffin.

Alas …