Hello, I'm uncountedchimes
and you're not.
Friday - last day at my temp job. Got a handshake and a promise of a recommendation from the supervisor. So yay for me and bigger and better things. Well, except for the fact that I ended up missing two days in three weeks due to illness, but lately I've just been coming down with everything.
Saturday - Theater 168. It was the best of places, it was a godforsaken eternal limbo of hilarity. ... Okay, not as Dickensian as I intended.
Theater 168 is a tiny little performance space in Scottsdale where the members of the kicka... ahem - kickbutt improv troupe "Jester'z" live, breathe, and perform (well mostly the latter two). I was there all day on Saturday. I got in at 9 AM for my advanced class (I'm bucking to join up). That went until noon, at which point ropa
and I got lunch and talked about my recent singledom. One of the best convos I've had with her ever.
Then, back to Jester'z at 1 for Dave Thurston's improv workshop. Absolutely incredible. The guy is a genius, and I hope he teaches a few more. He incorporates the lessons of improv into his very style of teaching. He's very active about how much he's involved, how he's affecting the performances, and what he wants to see more of.
At 4, some of us stuck around for another hour to wait for Pay to Play. Jef (the owner guy of Jester'z) ordered up some pizza, and we chowed.
Then, we had Pay to Play. Total amateur night. Just not one of my better nights, except for a great exchange I had with Jef during Goon River as his offstage CIA partner.
Then I hung around for another hour and half before the next Jester'z show, setting up chairs and generally hangin' around like a giant lump. I suspect I was hitting a few nerves by this point, but I honestly couldn't tell you. They did let me sell concessions, though, so they trust me with money. Well, that and they needed to get rid of me for a half-hour. *g*
Both Jester'z shows (the 8 and the 10) were fantastic, but the 8 was brilliant. They did both scene montage *and* Goon River, and there was some really amazing stuff coming out of that. How one gets from the word gigolo to a Jell-O mold of Jessica Simpson to a hole to China... well, I know because I saw it, but I'm not sure I believe it.
Of course, after three sessions of hyperactive improv and two sessions of hyperactive laughing at other people's improv, I woke up Sunday in the pain of the damned.
Yeah, my muscles used today to realize that not only do they exist, but they have abandonment angst.
I spent the day bantering with airawyn
about the new Heroes ep coming Tuesday (Mass Media Part 2 of 2 - gotta love it). Then I developed an upset stomach. A terrible, awful, frighteningly personal upset stomach. On top of the muscle pain. And the writing struggle.
It's been an interesting day. As in, not asleep yet. As in, I'm still writing. Should be done in the next 2-3 hours.