Sunday, December 12, 2010

Steve May

So many memories....

Warmups in the back of Mocambo's - which always confused the folks who had to use the washroom.

The scenes that worked - the ones that didn't - and how little difference there was between them.

Working with consistently excellent improvisers - and making friends from around the world.

Rayner consistently breaking up with me - the underlying tension was so obvious...

Doing 4 amazing shows in Bellingham - and then being recognized in the Pancake House the next day - "Hey, you're those improv guys!  You're awesome!"
overall feeling - distinctly squidgy.

How much did the Impromaniacs mean to me?  Does the fact that my first son is named Jonathan mean nothing to you people?

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