these are not my walls

The Impromaniacs had a show at Floyd's Diner on Friday. It was supposed to be a form of trial run - the owner had expressed interest in having us do weekly shows, but hadn't ever seen improv done before so wanted to make sure it was something he wanted in his restaurant.

The restaurant owner's name was Peter, and the guy in our troupe who knew him and hooked us was also named Peter. I kept thinking he was referring to himself in the third person when he talked about the restaurant owner...very odd.

The show went well, but it appears that I do not do well with the all-ages show. We played "superhero endowment" and I called the guy who came after me "genital man". Then I gave two other players the finger. Then I pretended to have sex with another player in a dentist's chair. Okay, that last part was something another player pimped me into, but I still did it...

However, my gutter mind did not stop us from getting the weekly show, so we'll be playing again next week. :)

In other news, I had my first guitar lesson today. My teacher drew pretty pictures and apologised for running late and not having proper paper for writing music on and so on. It was kind of funny. He did, however, show me a magic piece of equipment that allows a person to tune a guitar even though one has crapola for pitch. Why, why, WHY has no-one informed of the existence of such a useful tool before, dammit? I bought one. I love it. The wedding's on Sunday. You're all welcome.