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Where’s Rob?

Pretty excited about this purchase for the apartment

Look who came to visit this Thanksgiving.

Johnny Cash Money, Johnny Cash Money

Last week my team Johnny Cash Money did the Rogue Elephant show. Now we had an absolute blast during the show, but it’s what happened after that made this night one to remember…if we were really able to. Our pregame drinks before coupled with our celebratory ones after lead members of our team to:

1. 2 of us waking up with scrapes and cuts on our hands, no recollection why.

2. 1 of us getting locked out of his apartment while the another member was passed out sleeping inside.

3. 1 of us passing out on the train, waking up at the last stop and finding that our back pocket had been cut open with a knife. Our wallet was removed, cash taken, then placed back in our pocket.

4. 1 of us finding a “trail of tears” the next morning on the sidewalk from where they left the cab and walked to their apartment.

These facts are true, guess which members did what.

Last night was the first time I’ve been to UCBT this month. I decided to take a month off after having finished my 5th class in 10 months and an ASSSSCAT/ Harold Night internship. One of my best friends from PSU just moved to the city and we met up at Harold Night. Now I know a month isn’t that long, but I feel to an improvisor it is. We stood in the back and as we watched the teams, Ifelt my adrenaline pumpin and I found myself watching, studying each scene, each move, each reaction and justification; nodding my head in agreement with each heightening that was made. As if saying to myself towards the improvisors, “be patient be patient…..there’s your game, nice move, hit it again, 2nd beat….that’s where I’d go.” I feel that taking some time to let all that I’ve learned sink in, has really brought my understandings improv to the next level.

Watching my friends and former classmates on stage is such a big thrill; nothing excites me more than seeing my buddies kill it onstage.

So that’s the improv part, but nothings better than coming back to the theatre and seeing all your friends. The hugs, the “how’s work,” are all things about the community that I probably didn’t realized I missed most. Taking classes is fun and challenging, but the people you experience it with are those that make it worth everything. I love being a [tiny] part of something that brings such an amazing fucking group of people together.

UCB 2009 thanks,
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

First song I ever called a radio station to request. Fact.