See Eddie Izzard live. Tonight, eight p.m. I only hope I can refrain from launching myself screaming onto the stage like some crazed fan in old Beatles footage.

Is it weird that my dream man likes wearing make up and women’s clothes? Jane has already seen the show, and says he’s not in drag, which so hurts my feelings. I guess I should be thrilled that he’s venturing into the Bible Belt at all. Doing it in Full On Tranny mode is too much to hope for.