July 11th, 2004

improv

This is a story about a girl named Lucky...

So, last night was my final improv show with this troupe.*

So very bittersweet.

I drank one too many** margaritas before the show, and suspect I didn't do as well as I could have. I had a good time, though.

I was in every exercise. The games seemed short, though, and I know we didn't do as many as we had planned. Where did the time go?***

They started the show with a tribute to me, which the audience didn't understand (too many inside jokes), but nearly made me cry. Joanna and Janet did it Hee-Haw style, inserting banter about me between choruses of "I searched the whole world over and thought I found true love, she met another and *pfft* she was gone!"

We usually close with a game called "Pop Up," during which our Fearless Leader speak/sings a Beatles song chosen by the audience, and a cast member performs an interpretive dance while the rest of us pop in with little comments about the song, the dance, the weather, whatever. It's one of my favourite bits.

Last night, we did "I Think I Love You." (The Partridge Family tune.) What's more, four old troupe members were invited up to join in.

I am the luckiest girl in the world :)

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And luckier still to know the lot of you.

Hope you are all well and happy and pursuing your blissesseseses :)


* Well, until I come back up to visit on the second saturday of some month, anyway.
** Three Inca Gold margaritas is evidently "one too many."
*** It seemed an apt question on a lot of levels.
**** Not true; I have a very hard time asking for help with ANYTHING. This was no different.
******** My little asterisk habit has gotten out of control.
  • Current Music
    Lucky, in my head, as performed at the NJLJBASH last year, complete with Obscene Abby Gymnastics