My name is Todd, and I'm an Impromaniac. At least, I used to be. Four years (1999-2002) as performer and part of that time as co-director, until my incarceration impeded further improv-ing. Ok it wasn't incarceration. But nevertheless, that time with the Impromaniacs was a period that covered some of the best times of my life, ever. The Impromaniacs' continued teachings and improvements, and environment of complete trust and no-fear, forged strong bonds with many coperformers that still exist to this day. I've been gone 7 years, and many friendships are just as strong now as they ever were, and will probably continue to do so for eons yet to come. Especially Andrea, Jonathan, and Silvia, I love you all to death, and cherish our friendships so incredibly deeply. Highlights: trust exercises while camping on Saltspring! Saturday night post-performance partying at that bar in the Strathcona Hotel! Darren Borrowman throwing an old woman off the bus in Singe Festival 2002! Meeting Ryan Stiles & Colin Mochrie! My life acted out for my going away party! Halloween party planning - FOCUS! Althea! The search for... spatula! Big Booty!
I moved to San Diego in 2002 and immediately checked out all the improv troupes. And joined none. Why? They weren't good enough. The Impromaniacs that I remember is a unique place full of warmth, love, and warm squishy goodness, when players could perform as a true ensemble, growing and bettering their skills, and just gosh darn be having fun doing it, telling a story and doing it well.
Thank you, Impromaniacs of old, for accepting me, growing me, making me part of your evolution. It was more than a pleasure to be a part of -- it was very special. Congrats on 20 years, Impromaniacs. I'm proud to have been a part of it. I leave you with... bunnybunnybunnybunnybunnybunnyBUNNY!
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