What a Tuesday night looks like

So, as some of you know, for me, Tuesday nights are a bit of a mystery. Typically, Tuesdays are spent playing Legos and board games with my son. However, last night was a rare exception. A late-running Cub Scout sign-up meeting, combined with having to be into work early today made it so that I could experience a Tuesday night out.

Was lucky enough to see some great shows, Cook County Social Club, Babymakers, 21st Century Men, Black Ted Williams, and Gingersnaps.

I laughed so hard last night, I actually cried...and ran the risk of literally wetting my pants. (I HAD to go...but I couldn't justify missing a CCSC scene. Couldn't do it. Glad I didn't. Also glad I was able to keep the whole situation under control...)

Another high point in the night included my ability...for only the second and third times in my life...to tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue. (It's the simple things that really make my life complete, ya know?)

Tonight, I'm going to catch the free show at 8pm, followed by the upstairs show at 10:30. Then class both Thursday and Friday, and hopefully taking my son to Storytown Saturday morning.

Oh, and OF COURSE...the Jam on Friday. Can't forget the Jam.

Awesome weekend.

Saw Improvised Shakespeare for the first time. Pretty much mind-blowing. Also saw Close Quarters on Wednesday, and not one but TWO Harold shows on Saturday. Even offered up the story of my Saturday for the Dream/Nightmare game (during which I accidentally mentioned to the entire place that I took an Epsom salt bath...to cleanse my aura. Great material, embarrassing to explain though...)

No matter *lol*

Class Friday was pretty incredible. Our teacher was out so we had two subs...both of which were great, one of which was Charna. Awesome experience. She even complimented our class as a whole, and went on to say there were quite a few talented women in the bunch. Not sure if I was being included in that bunch, but I'll take it.

I'm so in love with improv. What a geek right? I don't care...that's just my nature.

Aside from improv-related things, other parts of the weekend were stellar as well. Oh...yes.

Also, this morning I've been attracting an odd amount of aphids. Yes...aphids. Little green aphids seem to rather enjoy my silk pj pants. No matter. Harmless coffee buddies, I suppose.

Oh, and a very nice Irish boy told me that there was no way I was older than 22...23 tops. I had to then inform him that I'm an almost-29-year-old divorcee with a 4th grade son. *lol* Still, it was quite a nice sentiment.

Gonna house hunt today and take it easy tomorrow. Perhaps I can try to see another show...(geek).

reasons why

I always find it really interesting to hear what made people decide to do improv.

I know, for me, it was always something that intrigued me. But I never had the time or the money to do it until this past January. And then, after a few classes, I realized it meant more to me than I had previously thought.

Just this week I asked a good friend about his journey. Same thing...always wanted to do it, never really had the means...then, after a seemingly terrible run with luck, it just happened for him. It was really interesting...I mean, it was a sad story, but I think it has a happy ending. The guy's a great improviser.

I also met someone who recently moved to Chicago for the sole purpose of improv. His excitement was so awesome to see...I mean, as a fresh improviser myself, I can completely relate. (That whole "honeymoon phase" thing I talked about last post.)

Anyhow, tonight is my second Level 1 class at iO. Super excited. Then I'm hoping to hit Improvised Shakespeare at 10:30, followed by the Jam.

I have been so hungry for this ALL WEEK.

Speaking of hungry...check out the size of this cookie I had yesterday:


























I must admit, I got about 5 bites in before it dominated me.

But it was delicious.

need more improv

Since I started taking improv classes in January of this year, it's become apparent that improv is slowly becoming more and more important in my life.

I've become an improv nerd. My weeks aren't complete unless I've seen at least 2 shows. And I feel weird that I can't see shows on Sundays, Mondays, or Tuesdays...but it's for a good reason. And in a few years, Max will be old enough to come join me...so it's a small sacrifice.

This week has been really busy with work, making seeing shows really difficult...but I'm gonna try to get my 2 in...that's a promise.

Also, my iO class is amazing. I absolutely love it. I've only had one class, but man, what a plethora of things I learned in those 3 hours.

If I were to use metaphor to describe my relationship with improv, it would have to be like---um...like a new boyfriend. That's fitting right? I mean, you know that part of a relationship where everything is new and just peachy...that part where it's like, you know the other person burps and farts and has some not-so-good qualities, but you completely overlook that because you're so enamored? Yeah, that's me and improv right now...well, since January (and probably before...because, let's face it...I've had a crush on improv my entire life.)

Although, I guess it's more platonic...but, on the other hand, performing is sometimes as satisfying as sex...so in this analogy, improv is my boyfriend, in the honeymoon stage of the relationship, and performing (either in front of a crowd or in class) is the sex...or at least a hot and heavy make out session.

Yeah. It follows.

Anyhow, what the fuck am I talking about? Rereading all that, I realize how incredibly silly it sounds. But hey, I make no apologies for my awkwardness...that's just me.

For example:

























Not only did I actually leave the house to take Max to school in my penguin pajama pants...but I also managed to accidentally wear two different flip flops...and I didn't notice until I had gotten home. (I mean, I didn't notice the flip flops...I was well aware of the pants.)

Looking forward to Friday...I have a hot date with improv. (And perhaps one tonight if I can hustle...)

Whale poop.
(Non sequitur)