richard dunn Chance Meeting with Tim & Erics Richard Dunn!BreeSays and I decided to take an early evening hike to Runyon Canyon. Usually, I have at least one random celebrity sighting on any given hike there.

On our way down the hill, I remarked that it appeared it wouldn’t be one of those times.

Then, as I drove Bree home on Sunset Boulevard, my eagle-eye spotted none other than Richard Dunn from Tim and Eric Awesome Show.

I squealed, “It’s Richard Dunn!” He was standing at a bus stop, chatting with a young man with long hair and sunglasses. Bree said, “Well, pull on into IHOP and let’s talk to him.” I’m so glad she did, because I don’t think I would have though to do so myself.

As we approached one of my favorite regulars on what my boyfriend refers to as “that weird show you like,” I noticed that Richard was deep in conversation with the young man. I think I caught him saying, “It’s a television show. It’s called Tim and Eric Awesome Show.”

So I think the fact that I interrupted by saying, “Excuse me? Richard Dunn? Would you mind if I took a picture with you? I’m a huge fan of the show,” helped to validate his explanation to this stranger that yes, he was famous in his own special way.

That’s probably why Richard looked exactly as psyched as I did in our little photo-op together. Needless to say, the stars aligned perfectly for me not only to recognize the host of The Dunngeon, but it happened on a particularly good hair day. Thanks, Fate! You rock.

timanderic Tim and Eric Awesome Show Live!

Dan and I bought tickets for the Tim and Eric Awesome Show Live (Great Job!) performance in Los Angeles and counted the days from ticket purchase until D-Day, we were so excited about it.

When the big day finally arrived, we drove downtown and headed to the Nokia Center to find the show. Apparently, the Nokia Center is across the street from the Staples Center and we immediately became completely confused by the vague description of our location on the directory in the midst of dozens of shops and restaurants outfitted with brightly pulsating neon-light signs.

Naturally, we decided to subtly follow any weird-looking individuals and/or hipsters, because they would most likely be heading in the direction we needed to go. After walking around in circles for a bit, we realized it was Club Nokia we were looking for and a few phone calls to some friends later, we were heading up the escalator to the mysterious venue.

The show was great fun. Neither Dan nor I can really stomach any poop-related jokes for too long, but performances of all our favorite ditties (“Sexual Romance,” “Father and Son,” as well as an opening medley of Tim Heidecker and Eric Wareheim‘s greatest hits from the show before the curtains rose) kept us giggling excitedly throughout. I was particularly tickled when David Liebe Hart took the stage, alerting to keep our eyes peeled for his black boy, Chip.

The only complaint I have is that some drunk girl hanging all over her boyfriend stood directly behind me, screaming and hooting like she was at a Poison concert, in a frequency that threatened to melt my brain. Sadly, she’s the whole reason I gravitate towards such strange and bizarre comedy to begin with. I was hoping to encounter the kind of polite nerdy admiration to be demonstrated by the crowd that I was displaying with my occasional squeals and demure claps.

Topping off the night was my sighting of Brett McKenzie from Flight of the Conchords. He appeared immersed in charming the skinny pants off a group of four girls with asymmetrical haircuts, so I thought better of interrupting him with a chat about how much I loved the show and was planning a trip to New Zealand.

It’s a shame Keegan wasn’t with us. Those two probably have a few mutual friends, New Zealand is so damn small.