Went to Jaya One about an hour before the show to have another dark chocolatey, pepperminty holiday drink at the Coffee Bean next to PJLA (I'm sure that outlet must do really well...). Also had a cranberry scone for the heck of it - the butter was still cold, so it was hard spreading. The Dark Chocolate Peppermint Latte I had was not something I would have anytime again soon.
Even with the show starting 10 minutes late, there were still stragglers. *headslap* Don't even get me started about the minors in attendance - Uncle Jit had a good one about that: he said the kids are explaining the jokes to the parents. Heh.
Was in the fourth row between a couple and a family-type threesome (parents + daughter, maybe). Suffered through the auntie (on my right)'s garlic breath for the first half of the show. Holy shit, I nearly lost it (my consciousness, that is) - if you're gonna be in an enclosed space for a period of time and be laughing out loud in that duration, FUCKING LAY OFF THE GARLIC!! If I had mints, I would've turned to her and offered it - that's how bad it was. I think the girl on my left thought the garlic breath was mine or something cos (I think) I was getting the stink eye from her.
[Disclaimer: While I like garlic and I'm not immune to garlic breath, but at least I make sure my breath does not reek of like that before I go out in public]
Enough of that, on with the show.
Stage props was one IKEA swivel chair (couldn't find it online, but you can just imagine), and a standing height tables you see at bars.
Before Jit came on, there was a huge, hollow plaster "1" coming down from the top and then he came on stage, being the erudite, Malay faggot that he is. And I'm saying it in the nicest way possible.
I'm not gonna wax on about the material so much - if you've seen any of his previous shows, you would remember some of the bits. And if you've been reading the reviews over the week, you have a really good idea already what about. Garlic Breath Auntie distracted me in the first half of the show.
Yes, there was a 15 minute intermission (translation: Uncle Jit's cigarette break also), but since I was fine in the bladder department, I decided to just go stretch my legs... and sit in the front row away from the stench of garlic breath.
Out of his entire family, he did not mention his (also femes) brother in his act, which I had just noticed.
Renee Choy also made an appearance, telling the audience of his stint in the Pusat Rehabilitasi Lelaki Lembut (or basically, rehab for effeminate men). I groaned inwardly when I heard that there was a bomoh at the rehab centre - I think it's a sign of watching too much TV when you know what's gonna happen next. I laughed when I saw that Uncle Jit was losing it as Renee...you can tell.
If you like your humour a little crude, you can't go wrong. By the time this goes up, the last show in the run is only a couple hours away...
P.S. Uncle Jit mentioned co-owning Frontera Grill (very small part, says he), which is near the box office downstairs. Everytime I walk past the place I think of chef Rick Bayless and his restaurant, Frontera Grill in Chicago. Is it sheer coincidence, or what? Anyway, you get 15% off if you show them a ticket stub of the show. For how long I don't know lah.
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