Welp.
I just made my “improv comedy debut” at The Pack.
I signed up to be on a rando team for a Christmas themed show. Clean bits only. Children were in the audience.
Second line outta my mouth was “Oh Fuck.”
Welp.
I just made my “improv comedy debut” at The Pack.
I signed up to be on a rando team for a Christmas themed show. Clean bits only. Children were in the audience.
Second line outta my mouth was “Oh Fuck.”
Also hello December.
Boston I will see you soon.
Fourth screening of “The Great Mouse Detective” and I held it together until Olivia says “...that’s why I must find Basil” so maybe three minutes of composed viewing this morning.
My goodness. This movie tapped a nerve.
I love it though.
I’m watching “The Great Mouse Detective” for work and I’m sobbing uncontrollably because I’m overwhelmed with joy at how much I love this movie and how long it’s been since I’ve seen it.
It’s a good thing I work from home today.
Also have I ever discussed how 1986 was the most magical year for movies in all the 80’s?
THAT being said, I have heckled them as I edited their show photos.
They will be spared the barbs my Bostonian tongue lashes... for now.
No but really guys, Heather and Miles. Magic. Miles Stroth is basically the Obi Wan Kenobi of LA improv and Heather Anne Campbell... man. She’s a goddamn comedy juggernaut. LA comedy is a dark place right now. These two are my shining beacons of hope.