Thursday, April 15, 2010
Mike Birbiglia was hilarious. We laughed. We cried. We were shocked. We laughed some more. I had the honor of speaking briefly to Flora Hogman, who told the evening's most affecting story, about her mother's final act on her way to Auschwitz, entrusting her daughter to the care of a convent, and Flora's journey to recover her name, her past, and her sense of belonging.
I also had the opportunity to accost Mike Birbiglia during the intermission, but I elected instead to let him proceed to the bathroom. I expect my fangirl medal in the mail any day now.
The evening was all I hoped and more, and if I manage to find a gas station before I run out of fumes on my way home, my life will truly be worth living.