Full disclosure: So I haven’t actually seen Paula Poundstone do standup comedy in, um, literally 20 years—not since 1990’s HBO special Cats, Cops, and Stuff (remember when that lady’s mom tore her face open on a lube rack!?!?). But that performance was so great—full of masterful ad-libs and deceptively mundane observations that gave me confidence to pursue a life as a funny lady—that I’m willing to give 20-years-wiser-and-weirder Poundstone the benefit of the doubt. Also, she’s totally good on Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me! And if that’s not enough, maybe she’ll talk about that time she allegedly got lewd with a child! Don’t you want to get to the fucking bottom of that? (Moore Theatre, 1932 Second Ave, www.stgpresents.org. 8 pm, $35–$65.)
Lindy West was born an unremarkable female baby in Seattle, Washington. The former Stranger writer covered movies, movie stars, exclamation points, lady stuff, large frightening fish, and much, much more.... More by Lindy West
I saw her last year in Spokane and she was fucking high-larious. Even better: the entire sensible shoe constituency came out to see her, and there was a shitload of Suburus parked outside. This is big stuff in Spokane.
Gonna be an expensive night for that Kyle reagan fella isn’t it.
I look forward to hearing how he’s going to be in two places at 8 pm.
It’s driving me crazy – what was in that child molestation charge or whatever it was with her years ago? Was that true or another of CPS’ tempests in a teapot?