#21: Colloquialism (Or, Double-Pearled Hampton Home)

Well!

What a nice night. See, I just got back from my very first Improv exhibition. Well, I didn't just get back, I mean... I've been back for a while. And as soon as I'm done writing this, I'll have been back for even longer. The fact of it is that I was... well, reluctant to go. See, I was actually told to go by my cohorts in Improv. Told I was going. Well, perhaps a tad rude or curt, but still... a fun time was had by all. Except by now, I can't even focus on what a great night I had because dumbass Eric had to go and ruin it by not bothering to explain what he knew to mom, and thus causing her to worry because she is insane. And then we argued for like 10 minutes and I haaaaaattteee arguing with Eric. It's completely futile because despite what he may think he is so aversed to logic that it's frightening. I don't wanna get into it. I wanna go back into my own world of reliving this great Improv night.

I was at first quite intimidated by the whole thing of it. It was such a grand theatre, a spectacle of a place really. With balconies and projection lights and a really nice stage and presenium arch. And there were so many schools there, so many of whom were clearly more acquainted with the concept of Improv than I. I mean, since I've only been in for like a week and a half. So we saw some really good presentations; particularly one where they had 4 people talking on alternate words, you know, that old schtick. Well done. Well, after that, there was a brief intermission, and a quick (ultra-quick) stop the the washroom, and then we were on. Well, actually not quite. We were the last one to present our first bit, the "Character" presentation, which was the traditional Blind Date bit, which went over huge. Apparently, I have more command over an audience than I thought, as often I would say something quite not funny, such as "The Hamptons," which elicited a great laugh. I was noticing that the audience would often be restrained, but when a group could get 'em going, they could get 'em going, and brother... I think we got 'em going.

Unfortunately, Doug is probably beating himself up right now, because of what happened to our "Life" segment, the "pivotal moment." We've practised with such maudlin moments as "teen pregnancy" and "moving away." What did we get? "First Punk Rock Show." Oy! Well, I was conscripted into being a Punk Singer for the presentation, which required me to just sort of wail out a muddled mix of "Anarchy in the U.K." and "I'm So Bored With the U.S.A." (got quite a reaction but killed my voice.) Doug was upset, because the sincerity was not as great as it could have been. Well? The fault there really lies in the selection of scenario. I feel that we did very well for what we had. I guess Doug will see in the e-mail they send him.

Well, listen. It was a fun day. Regardless if we were not "sincere" enough (and trust me, the level of sincerity was quite great,) we did very well, and we got uber-reactions from the crowd, which is what I'm always looking out for. I feel that our team has such a commanding presence onstage (most likely because of the fact that we are small and therefore the talent is more concentrated,) that we are very memorable. Alyssa is always good in the Blind Date sketches, and Doug, man... he's just gotta be less hard on himself.

So it felt good to be up in front of people, entertaining. I love doing that! Put me in a crowd and I'm such an awkward nebbish, but when I'm on stage, I'm your man. I think. I love the reactions! They make me so happy, when I say something as odd as "Double-Pearled" and everyone busts out laughing... nothin' better, man.

School itself was alright, if uneventful. That's why the whole blog has been about the Improv thing... because School was uneventful and Improv was fun.

Keep on Rockin'
Scott