While I was home drunkenly hate-blogging Tom Brady, my boyfriend was fulfilling his annual duty as the host for Sketchubator, the open-mic portion of the Chicago Sketchfest.
Sketchubator happens at midnight on the two Saturdays of the festival. The audience is 99.9999% drunk sketch comics. Basically, any group from the festival can ask for a 5-minute slot in the program. Anything goes as long as it's under 5 minutes.
He came home a little before 5am, so we didn't actually talk until this afternoon.
Brandon: Dude... Honey... Last night, there were two live chickens on stage at Sketchfest.