Is there any other way?

Ahhh. So just last night was the culmination of a 48 hour show. This was a sketch comedy show. We got our suggestion of 'dinosaur' from the audience two weeks ago and then had to sit on it for a bit, as there was no SET last week.

Anyway, we all got together Saturday night, and started at 930pm. First, we randomly chose teams. Two teams of five, with a director each. After teams were chosen, each team went to their own room and got the ideas flowing. My team was me, and four women. Mel, Karen, Kat and Kim.

Our team first talked for about 30 seconds each about dinosaurs. What we knew about them, what we thought when we heard the word, blah, blah... with our director writing down the ideas.

Then we sat down and looked at the list, picking out the good stuff. Then it was short improv scenes based on the list. That gave us better ideas for characters and interesting stuff. Then it was longer scenes. Then an uninterrupted 30 minute montage.

Once we had a good idea of characters and settings, we all discussed actual sketches. We got a list, chose two or three each to write, and went home about 1230am.

I think some of the others on my team actually started writing that same night, but I went to bed. I did start writing the next morning, though, and was displeased with what was coming out. But I kept at it, and was still displeased. But I printed out copies anyway.

Sunday afternoon about 1 we all reconvened at Mike's house. After a read through the scripts we started the rewrites. Then the discussions. The cuts. More rewrites. Casting and blocking. More rewrites. There was singing and choreographing a dance number, more rewrites and trying to actually memorize things.

Then dinner, which involved beer.

More rehearsal, then home about 1130pm for beddies.

Monday, back to Mike's at 7 for another couple run-through's. More little changes.

SET was 930pm, and we were first out. The Black Box at LVLT was sold out. Cool. Well, no... it was hotter than hell in there, but that's life.

We all listened to the host introduce us, then out we go. Our song was good, though the music was a tad low, and I missed a cue for my solo lines. They came out a bit rushed as I tried to catch up. Oh well. The rest of our show went well, I thought. The audience didn't know we put it all together in only two days, and that we did it based on the suggestion of 'dinosaur', as the host neglected to mention that before out introduction. He cleared it up before bringing out the second team, but I do wish the crowd had known before we went out.

The second team was a little younger than my team, and they were a lot dirtier. The crowd ate up the blowjob and masturbation jokes.

I should have known a scene about threats of "skullf***ing your friends was funny. My bad.

There was a vote for the favorite team, and my team got three votes... from my 2 friends and girlfriend that came. The other team got... a lot more than three. We didn't even count it up. You have to laugh at that.

But, it was a crazy fun experience, and I'm glad I had a chance to do it.

Oh yeah, Why does the men's room at LVLT never have paper towels?

K

I finally broke down. It was a moment of weakness. I swore I was never going to do it. Then that it would just be a little. A taste, nothing serious. But I can see that it may become a problem if I am not careful. That's right, I signed up with myspace.

I feel as though I have let something inside me down. My inner child, perhaps. I'll get over that, don't worry.

Already, I have been told that I am cooler for having signed up. This I do not believe. Coolness does not come from a website, and I challenge you all to prove me wrong. You can't, can you?

Oh, and I'm not going to post the link, either. If you want to find me, it's not terribly difficult.

Teeny-bopper-ly yours,

No that I don't love singing along with the radio. You and me, a little Wham! full volume and the windows rolled down, baby.

I also approve of Air Supply.

If you are excited for me to hear one of your favorite songs that comes on the radio, shut up and let me listen. Unless you are the actual singer that recorded the song, do not start singing along. Don't try to explain the deep meaning of the lyrics I am too stupid to comprehend while they are being sung. And if the genre of music involves the words "death" "black" "speed" or "tejano", I am probably not really listening anyway.

What?