Then, we had an 8:00 p.m. date with these guys.
|Fashionable, aren't they?|
Midway through the show, the orange jello mold gets a lot of play in the show. Somehow (I'm not sure I caught the method of launch as it happened so quickly) it flys off the stage in a little arc and lands squarely in Bill's lap. Well, that was a hoot. Nice catch. Those of us in the first four rows prompty make sure we are thoroughly covered under our free ponchos. Well...not everyone.
The next bit has the Blue Men eating twinkies with their lovely assistant from the audience. Near the end of the skit, the Blue Men regurgitate some kind of yellow sludge that shoots like a canon (a good 25' to 30') from the stage via some kind of an apparatus in their chest. The audience moans very loudly. Everyone ducks. Well...not everyone.
Bill gets a nice shot of goo directly to the forehead. Slimy, runny, goo. Turns out its...mashed bananas. Still, it's enough to trigger a gag reflex.
|Notice the "sludge shooter" on Blue's chest?|
|Asking for a "blue" autograph...nice blue fingerprint across the front of my tickets. How long will it stay wet?|