Tough weekend. My improv team is in major training. Like, for a month training. I went straight from a casting workshop to training, then woke up Sunday morning for my improv class. And now I think about all the fun things I had planned but didn't get to, like organizing my capes by “cape” and “cloak.”The tiny space, pictured above, is where the training takes place. It’s drafty, smells like B.O., and is where my teammates say the funniest effin' things that make me laugh 'til my face hurts.
Come to think of it, it was a great weekend. Minus the B.O.
