Last night I saw a whole whack of funny shit--but I can't tell you about it due to the review restrictions placed on Young Triffie and Strangers with Candy. What I can tell you is that it's pee-your-pants funny just to be in the same room with Mary Walsh and Andrea Martin, who were both in attendance at the Oxford for the opening of Triffie. Walsh did a total take-down of CBC, who sponsored the event, suggesting that they took her "youth and her beauty." Martin--what is there to say that even touches on that one, other than I'm glad she recovered after a serious infection thanks to tainted contact lenses (apparently there was a recall and a civil suit). After a recent trip to St. Johns I've become a converted Newfoundophile and if Triffie's Peter Sellers- physical comedy schtick is any indication, I hope we see more feature films from there. But I think the best part was seeing all those amazing women, including producers Barbara Doran and Lynne Wilson, together. The after-party at Niche--not as funny--although it was a lovely event. Not too many party sluts like myself, mostly industry types talking the bid-ness. I skulked around listening to conversations about hedge funds and meeting schedules. Not even any juicy goss'. But I now think that Amy Sedaris is even funnier after a couple of glasses of read wine and a few stuffed mushroom caps.