In other news, last week in improv was quite eventful.
Saw Tj and Dave again, although Dave wasn't there because he was out of town and another very funny improviser filled in for him. My favorite quote from the night was "that fire is really finger-banging that house!" You had to be there?
Afterwards, I hightailed it to the red line, which is always a bit scary at like 12:30am. But I managed all right. Enjoyed people-watching from the platform and the bumpy ride to my stop.
Thursday was an awesome class, followed by Open Court at the Playground with B and Baby K. I'm still shaky when it comes to longform, but I love trying it nonetheless.
Friday, I went to B's before the jam where we ate salads and chit chatted. Then we headed to Wrigleyville, where we ended up at a mailbox party. The last time I went to one of those was in 2005...on a first date...with a real...um...yeah, the guy wasn't very cool. And I mean in that whole, "what the fuck, dude?" way.
This time was totally by accident (actually, the first time was by accident as well...) and the place was virtually empty. So we moved to Goose Island and then headed to iO for the Jam.
Can I just say? B and I had a really great experience in our first scene. The audience seemed to dig it, but beyond that, bigger than that, was that we seemed to mesh so well on stage. Just building off of each other, and heightening the scene. It's happened in class before, but it was different this time.
This time, it was kind of like we stepped out of the rehearsal hall, and straight into the recital...audience and all. And it was a magical moment for me. It was also quite humbling. To realize that I am surrounded by so many talented people, in class, and in all the shows that I've seen. It makes me realize that even in moments such as the scene with B, there's still so much to learn and strive for.
Maybe it's the writer in me...never quite satisfied to the point of feeling like I've conquered something, but instead always finding new things to learn, new ways to explore, new goals to set and hopefully reach. I feel truly passionate about improv in that respect. Much like the way I feel about writing.
And maybe that's my beginner's naivete, and maybe some of you reading this will find it pretty sappy. But what can I say? That's just my take on it.
Anyhow, Saturday I caught the 10:30 Harold with Henrietta Pussycat and Bullet Lounge, and then the midnight The Late Night Late Show reunion, where I had the opportunity to sit about 5 feet from David Cross, and later shake his hand. I laughed so hard during both amazing shows that my dimples were literally etched in my cheeks for an hour after I'd stopped laughing. I mean, my face honestly hurt a little.
I managed to make it back to the red line, and later my car, and even later, my bed, safely...even though it was incredibly late and scaries were out in full force.
Tomorrow, I'll be catching Tj and Dave again, and then I've got a few other things planned. Should be another stellar week in improv.
Also, here's B and I as we presented "Wig":
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