Could Get Sketchy

So, I started the next class level at the theatre where I do improv.

I had been avoiding doing it because it is writing sketch. I usually hate sketch. Not all, but so much is so bad that I can't stand it.

Well, everyone from the theatre owners to the director of the sketch shows to performers in sketch and performers in improv have been telling me to go do this, so here I go.

The first class was yesterday. There is a 75 page book all about the particular technique that this theatre employs. We have to write a new sketch every week for the next 8 weeks. We also have to rewrite the previous weeks sketch. That makes two sketches a week.

Plus they have to be particular sketches. Not just what you feel like writing, but a sketch that is following certain guidelines that are imposed on you for that week.

Yikes.

At the end of class, my mind was blank. I truly didn't think I could do it. Then, five minutes into driving away, I had my first idea.

Also, here is a neat little kicker for the class. BU, the girl I went on a date with and then never called until too late and then she sort of dumped me, is in the class.

That's right. All that writing pressure, and a girl who would like to stick melted marshmallows into my heart's arteries.

She came around the corner and both of us plastered smiles onto our faces. I played it cool, and hugged her. She played pretty cool too. She kicked me in the balls.

This is my good time life.