What A Month

So it has been a hell of a month. A lot has gone down. Most of it good. Right now, yours truly is in a play in Baltimore. Oh, hells yeah! My friend Flicka, er, Sherri called me up at the end of July and said that she was directing a play at this place called the Vagabond Theater in Fells Point. She was like, "You should totally come up and audition." So, I said yes, of course, anything for a friend. So PJ and I went and auditioned, pretty much ringers for the part, you know, because we always sleep with the directors. HAHAHA. The play is Red Peppers by Noel Coward. It is about a husband and wife vaudeville team in England. It is not the best Noel Coward play, but it is fun. As I am auditioning for Sherri, one of the other directors asked me if I would mind doing her play as well, you see it is three one act plays by Mr. Coward. So I said yes, why not, I am already up there, right? Yeah. Well our final weekend is this up coming one, and while it has been fun(ish), I welcome not having to drive up to Baltimore every weekend night. Suffer for your friends, it's what we must do. My dad is coming to town next week for a work conference. I will be glad to see him, because I haven't seen either of my parents since February, what with their living in Hawaii and what have you. I am glad that I will be able to spend time with him, because my work schedule gives me night and weekends free, just like my cell phone. Sweet. But now for the piece de resistance. Okay I kept this to myself for fear of jinxing it, but I have succeeded, and now I can spill it. After my last Longform Showcase, my instructor, as we were all getting heavily intoxicated at DA's, asked me about what I wanted to do with my improv. I told him I wanted to be in every WIT group I can get into. I want to improv 7 nights a week. He started talking about some "auditions" coming up that were going to be invite only. And the night pressed on, and I basically forgot about it and chalked it up to drunken conversation. A few weeks later, I got an email from Season Six, which is another improv group under the WIT umbrella. They invited me to an audition they were holding because they were losing some of their players. I said yes to the audition, you know, I can't get enough improv. And on this past Monday I went and played with Season Six. It was a lot of fun, I never have as much fun as when I am doing improv. After the five of us who auditioned finished up the night, they said they would call us the next day and let us know what they decided. It turns out that they were looking for two people to fill the group. So all day Tuesday, I was checking my email and my phone, being really nervous about it. I kept telling myself to not think about it and get back to work. I felt like a kid trying to see Santa Claus (who doesn't exist, sorry Bret, it's your parents). Finally, I am driving home, and I get a call from a number I don't recognize, so immediately I start screaming and freaking out. I clam myself up and answer the phone, and it turns out to be Patrick, who was my teacher in the longform class and the director of Season Six. He said that all the people of Season Six loved improving with me and want to extend me an invitation to join their group. He and I talked about my being in Baby Fat/Juke Joint, and he said that he knew that Baby Fat would be my priority, and that I would not be placed in an ultimatum situation. Season Six wanted me, and the invitation didn't hinge on any Baby Fat factors. I have never felt more wanted and appreciated. So we talked for ten or so minutes and he said he was going to go and call the other person they were inviting into the group. So I said bye, and then immediately called my mom, and verbally diarrhea'd the story to her for a half an hour or so. I feel awesome! After 29 years, things seem to be setting themselves up for me. Life is GOOD!!!!!!!!