Confessions of newly converted South Park Addict

When I first head about South Park, I thought to myself, this is gonna be really, really stupid. They're trying to capitalize on the hole left by the demise of Beavis and Butthead, and it's not going to be as funny. Of course, when I first heard of Beavis and Butthead, I thought the same thing. Well, except for the part about it trying to capitalize on the demise of Beavis and Butthead. That would just be stupid. Anyhow, once I actually started to watch Beavis and Butthead, I discovered it was (usually) very funny, so I decided to give South Park a try, too. I wasn't about to rearrange my schedule for it, though - after all, it's on past my bedtime (10 PM EDT, Wednesday nights, Comedy Central). The first two times I saw it, it was on tape - someone lent them to me, and said, you have to see this!

The first episode I saw was the Kathie Lee Gifford episode. This is a very funny episode, with a mutli-layered plot, using the talents and strengths of all the characters. The next episode I saw was the Scuzzlebutt episode. The plot for this one is not as complex, but it is entertaining, nonetheless.

Before New Orleans (yes, there is a point!), I saw South Park three more times, actually staying up to watch it. All three times, I saw the two episodes I had already seen - I saw Kathie Lee Gifford twice, and Scuzzlebutt one more time. So by the time I arrived in NO, I was starved for some of Chef's sweet lovin'. So when Crossbow mentioned that #20 (Bowman's host for the weekend) had the complete South Park collection on tape, naturally, I started to drool. I could hardly wait to pop in that tape, hear the first melodic notes of the theme song, see Kenny die in new and creative ways.

Unfortunately, Friday night, everyone was sleepy, so we only got to watch two episodes before calling it an evening. And as luck would have it, one of them just happened to be (you guessed it) the Kathie Lee Gifford episode. As we walked the mile or so from Kevin's apartment to the hotel, I started to lie out my plans for Saturday night. Beefcake. BEEFCAKE! (Well, why else did you guys think I was screaming that all the way home?)

Saturday night went much as I'd planned. After dinner, I corralled most of the South Park potentials and dragged them out with me, instead of letting them go back to the hotel and drink margaritas (sorry, Paladin, but it had to be done!). After many overpriced drinks in the revolving lounge (we were paying for the VIEW, dammit!), we went to Bourbon St. for big drinks. Ri went for big drinks with naked men and women. Just as I was starting to fear that we would never be able to leave, the man we were waiting for - Crossbow - showed up. Soon we were back on our way to #20's apartment (all 8 of us, in one Jeep), and to South Park. Beefcake. BEEFCAKE!

The tape went in again, and we watched. But what was this? A computer? Foiled again, I was distracted by FALSEHOODS that were being posted on the Outlet. I had to post. I had to correct the misinformation that was being spread. I had to...wait, is that Robert Smith of the Cure? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I almost missed the Mega Barbra episode. I made it back out to the television just in the nick of time.

Things slowed down after that. People fell asleep. Ri commented on the comfiness of #20's bed. It was only me and him, left awake. I could fight the power....must....see....more....South Park! Alas, we had watched all the episodes there were to watch. Or at least, that's what he told me!

Personally, I think he was just trying to get me to stop yelling.

Beefcake.