2003-07-22 - 10:36 p.m.

Monday Night With The Class

Viarum is on vacation so it is just me and Kevin holding down the fort this week.  It's just like the old day.  Yesterday, Monday, was a trial, but we took care of it.  The president kept coming in to check on us to make sure we were not so angry we were ready to quit.

I think Kevin is under pressure.  He had a huge pile of emails to take care of.  One of them came back and bit us both today.   Our clients are soon to start complaining that we never answer the phone or reply to emails.  And they are right.  If only our department had not been decimated by the removal of one person.   Oh, well.  So far it has not reflected badly on either of us.

Last night was my penultimate improv class.  I found out that this class is not going to have a graduation show.  I pretty much complained about it for the rest of the night.  After class a few of us went out for dinner and drinks.  I let them get all liquored up and planted the idea that we should just put on our own show and they were all drunk so they agreed with me and started making plans to get it together.

Once again I had a great, great time in class.  The regular instructor, Chris, did not make it so he sent Christian again.  Christian is one of my all time favorite performers, but last night he looked tired.  Once we started the class he pepped up and got into it.  We are all that way.  Most of us come from work and we are tired.  Then we start doing scenes and get wired.  By the end of class we don't want it to end so a lot of us go out for pizza or something.  Last night we broke with tradition and went to some neighborhood bar/restaurant where I had one of the best barbecue sandwiches I have had in a long time.

The stalker woman was there.  I sat next to her.  Jen instigated a lot of drinking.  I don't drink right now so I just had a cola.  Man that booze smelled good.  And as they had more and more drinks their cheeks got rosier and the voices got louder.  I started to miss drinking alcohol.  I get the feeling that the stalker woman is very horny and frustrated.  She keeps bringing up the subject of casual sex and marriage, not just to me, but to every man she meets.  So far it does not seem to work out for her.

The other woman, the interesting woman, kept flirting with the other guy who came along.  He is very funny and personable.  He is like a giant frat boy who grew up, sort of.

And we all talked and joked and one of the other women from my class, a strange woman from New Jersey who likes to assume dialects during her scenes came over from another table.  Coincidentally she was there with some other friends.

I think it is great that all these people just live in these neighborhoods and just meet up with friends and stuff like that.

I am so tired of living in the suburbs.  I'll try to talk my sister into selling the house again.  I know she wants to, but she just doesn't want to deal with it yet.

Jimmy
 
 
 

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