What it was like
Some nights you laugh until your stomach hurts and then drive home in complete silence thinking about everything she actually said. She has built an entire career out of engineering that exact gap.
The touring hour is brand-new material, and the stage is where the filter comes off: no edits, no production team, no notes from a network with something to protect. Six bestselling books and a talk show later, the microphone is still the only place the whole thing works without a net.
The room does its share too. A restored theater from the twenties in the middle of the Gaslamp, ornate enough that the ceiling alone is worth the ticket, and small enough that every punchline arrives at conversation distance instead of being broadcast at you.
Go with the friend you send the unhinged texts to. You will both be quoting it in the car, and then you will both go quiet.