Funny Weird, Not Funny Ha Ha

I had this weird dream last night where Irish Fest comedy stage boss Ronan Collins and I had driven out to the airport to pick up this year's KCIF comedians. Ronan drove the way back, which for some reason went along curvy two lane mountain roads. And I use the word "drove" loosely. "Careened insanely" might be more accurate. We were bouncing off other cars, banking curves off walls and buildings, running pedestrians off the shoulder, all at ridiculous speeds.

I'm not much at dream interpretation, but here's what I come up with: The dream is a reminder for me to let you know that more world class Irish comedy is coming to the Kansas City Irish Fest this year. Do I know who our comedians are? Yes I do. Will I tell you? No, not yet. Contracts, visas, extradition...you know. Dots over i's and crosses through t's yet to be finished. But soon. I think the reckless nature of the journey in my dream reflects the panic that grows in all the Irish Fest planners as the big weekend draws near and we start thinking about all the work we have to do. It may also be a repressed memory of a white-knuckle, 100 mph drive from Dublin to Galway with Ronan some years back, which is the cause of most of the grey hairs I currently own. The curvey mountain roads I think represent the twists and turns that we encounter on our way to Irish Fest weekend. I'm not sure what it means that Ronan was wearing a bikini and a Star Wars storm trooper helmet. Probably better just let that one go.

So yeah. Comedy returns! Great comedians, stars of stage and screen direct from Ireland, right here at the KC Irish Fest. More details are tantalizingly close.