Sunday Night Improv

Ah, the joys of live comedy. When it's good, you laugh until you hear something snap inside. When it's bad...ouch (and not the good ouch of a rib broken from intense laughter). Lea, Chris, and I decided to check out this improv troupe at the Theatre Sainte Catherine. The highlights of the show included seeing Terry from the movie Fubar perform, and watching the three-week-running Champions defeated in a best of 3 hat game. It involved two improvers performing together, each with the goal of taking the other's hat off his head. The low points were the moments of near silence in the tiny theater, when I'd swear I saw tumbleweeds blowing through the aisle and Lea and I sat squirming uncomfortably at the embarassment of bad comedy. We talked about that feeling of fear for others performing, and how I can't even watch someone on TV entering an embarassing situation without changing the channel to something less stirring. Luckily, VH1 runs "I Love Yesterday Afternoon" near continuously to provide a brief moment of escape. All in all a great night.