taxidermychurch:

If Petunia doesn’t show up to the Pete & Pete reunion show, I’m going to flip.

The show reportedly sold out in five minutes today, but thanks to my diligent and thoughtful husband, we scored tickets (as did my fellow Pete & Pete super-fans Ramsey, Mo, Adam and Frank).

I know it’s corny and nostalgic, but as I mentioned on Facebook today, I wish I could travel back in time and tell my third grade self, “Hey, girl, not only will you see Pee-wee from the second row of a Broadway theater, in NEW YORK CITY, your HOME, you’re going to be in the same room with Artie, the Strongest Man in the World, and the rest of the Pete & Pete gang.  WITH TWO DELINEATED EYEBROWS.”

This is maybe the first time in four years something has made me sad about no longer living in New York. That includes all y’all’s time-lapse videos of the sun setting over the Brooklyn Bridge and shit. I love “Pete & Pete” so much, and I can’t think of another show that had as big of an impact on my creative/comedic sensibilities during my teen years (while also helping me to see redheads as something other than human monsters, an awakening which has served me well). Not only do I love it for how weird and funny it was, I love the fact that it was allowed to exist at all. Looking at the landscape of tween/teen comedies now, it is BANANAS to me that this show — about two weird brothers, their totally-normal-looking female friend, and the freaks and misfits that populated their town — ever got on the air, let alone lasted for three seasons. There was a kid who was covered in paper cuts, another whose name was “Pit Stain,” and a creepy ice cream vendor played by this guy. ON TELEVISION. FOR KIDS.

So, have fun at that reunion Bennett, while I seethe with jealousy on the other (in all other ways superior) coast!