
Holly and I went in to the Improv Boston sketch comedy class graduation
program last night. It was a lot of fun.
Sadly the trip in suffered somewhat because Cambridge is one of the few
places my direction sense doesn’t work. (I suspect because it is the
birthplace of my mother. When she disowned me, her birth city appears to
have as well.)
The directions to the theater say “come out of the T station and go north”.
Normally that’s exactly the kind of thing I like to have.
But, we got to the street, and I couldn’t tell which way was north. I
guess. I was sure I was wrong, so we turned around. We went a block, I
was more sure I was wrong, and went back the first way. It turned out the
first was right.
As it had been almost 60 in the morning, I didn’t wear my hat. So, my ears
got pretty cold walking the 5 blocks to the theater. But, we did find it
OK.
There was a very good sandwich shop next to it where we had a very good
dinner.
The show was good. My favorite bit wasn’t even a sketch but an “ad” on
between them about the drunken ren faire volunteer guy. I’m told Oakenguy
wrote it, I’m not surprised.
My second favorite was about a competitive gift giving “shoot out” in the
old west.
We did get back late. That’s the only down side to going to these things.
And, I had to be at 7 for a call to China. But, I’m still glad we went.