If I am blogging during this self-imposed blogging hiatus, am I taking a hiatus from my hiatus?
Despite the tumultuous life I’ve been living this month (what, me exaggerate? Never) I am still doing improv. I missed class due to a work conference and another class had to be rescheduled due to snow, but the whole thing wraps up this weekend with our promised work shop with a woman from Chicago’s Annoyance theatre.
Also, between classes, I have taken a couple evenings to explore the local improv scene in Columbus. One Tuesday night I went to The Thirsty Ear and saw four different troupes, all of whom perform “game” style improv, most notably popularized by “Whose Line Is It Anyway.” I mentioned doing Improv Night at my old college house and failing spectacularly; now I know why. Game improv and two person scenes are completely different animals. You tell me to speak only in song titles and if I don’t I lose, I will plummet like a rock. However, as it turns out, if you tell me I can get on stage and say the first thing that pops in my head, and that there’s not necessarily a right or wrong answer, well, I might just find words. I might do better at games now that I have some experience under my belt, but I am pretty sure I am nowhere near the league of the talent I saw that night on stage. The troupes I saw were Fake Bacon, Parlor Tricks, the Shimmy Shake Project and one guest troupe whose name I can’t find. Oh, and you guys, I am pretty sure I saw the next Seth Rogen up there. No joke.
Not only does my class wrap up this weekend, but starting tomorrow, the Comedy Columbus Festival kicks off for the next three days. See the full schedule here. This isn’t just improv (although you’ll see a lot of it); this is the local stand up scene, which I am extremely excited to see for myself, and also there’s three work shops on Saturday that sound amazing. Unfortunately two of them take place during the time I’ll be with my improv class, but the one I am most interested in is at ten that morning: A work shop on comedy sketch writing, led by a writer for the Shadowbox. I just read about this today and I seriously have never been so excited about waking up that early on a Saturday before.
I got my laptop back last month. Two weeks ago it died again. Randomly, last night, when I half heartedly tried to turn it on, it worked. So I was able to save the few pages of my screenplay I started. And if I save often enough I may be able to add to those pages before it dies suddenly once more, as it seems prone to do. If the festival wasn’t starting tomorrow after I visit my brother and sister-in-law, I’d be heading to my coffee shop to force some creativity, but alas. Maybe I’ll be feeling inspired Saturday after my writing work shop and class.
So you may be wondering why I am being so weird. I don’t blame you. The short version of the story is this: I no longer live with, or date, my live-in boyfriend. He didn’t do anything wrong. We just are not each other’s “the one,” like we thought we were in college, when we were different people. I am feeling pretty sad, and he probably is, too, but we are going to come out of this stronger. Or at least I have to keep telling myself that or I will freaking lose it. Thanks for your calls and general reachings out. I am staying with family right now, who have been extremely understanding and supportive. There are no kinder, more generous people than my aunt and uncle. I don’t know what I would be doing right now if not for them.
And so, please stay tuned, because this weekend is going to be legen– wait for it — dary.*
*So, Eileen got me watching the first couple seasons of “How I Met Your Mother” this month. Hilarious!