Dog Story

After improv tonight (the final class, alas) I rode the BART back into the city with Ben, who told me the following story:

"My friend was dog-sitting for a couple weeks, and, during that time the dog died. She didn't have a car, so she placed the dead dog in a duffel bag and transported it via a muni bus to the vet for disposal and whatnot. This guy sits down next to her and asks her what's in the bag. She doesn't want to tell him it's a dead dog, so she says it's some musical equipment. It turns out he's a musician and very curious about what's in the bag, so she makes up this whole story about it being a nice set of drum parts. So they're chatting, and when he gets up to leave he grabs the bag and runs off. He steals a dead dog."

Ehehehehe.

It was a wacky class for sure. We were all trying to get in as much stage time as possible, and it was only our second go at long form, so 90% of the skits devolved into noise, with everyone on stage. Very confusing. It's interesting to see all the different ways things can go wrong when people aren't paying attention to each other. A lot of us are going to join the beginner troupe. I definitely definitely am! Improv is my life raft through these hectic times. I don't need a man, I have a crush on lady improv.

I'm looking over the summer schedule, and realizing I need to negotiate my way out of 2/3rds of my Saturday work days. I think I've been pretty good about sacrificing my Saturdays thus far, and hopefully won't have a problem convincing the docs that I deserve these weekends away. Hmmmm, I wonder, campouts + improv.... Could this be the contribution I've been looking for?!

What else what else....I went to my first roller derby bout on Saturday. BAD girls had their asses sliced and diced. It was very cool though. I'd never be able to handle the pain. Those ladies are tough! I volunteered beforehand to save money, and got to meet a lot of members in the league while we set up drinks tables. Sometimes being poor has its advantages.

On Sunday (after the monthly christ-it's-early volunteer shift) I went to How Weird alone. Of course, it's hard to be alone for long at a place that's such a freak magnet, and I bumped into several varieties of my favorite weirdos. I saw that plant-trees-save-earth guy. I swear the same people show up everywhere. My favorite interaction was with Philip, who told me how much they're looking forward to me moving in, and shared a good hug (hugs are always better in hoodies. Who is with me?) Hearts! I got a lot of good dancing in too, and returned home to find Matt and Cary back in the hood. And now Audrey is back in the hood too. Phew!

Ouch, I think I have to unsubscribe from F's photo feed for a while. Too painful.