Congratulations Florida, you are no longer the nat ational embarrassment. The national embarrassment crown now belongs to California.
I took my friend Tyler out to an improv comedy show tonight (he has never been) for his birthday. Man, I just totally fell in love with one of the improvers.
I have a thing with improvers.
Anyway, I'm thinking of joining such a troupe (as in, taking a class) at this point, I sort of want to take it so I can see this deliciious man or to have a cool hobby. I think I'll try for the cool hobby.
I once dated a guy who did improv comedy (he trained at Upright Citizen's Brigade) but he turned out to be a freak-- that might be the catch.
Guys are fun. I can't wait to date more of 'em in my future and to manipulate them to be my love slaves.
Random sidenote: When Tyler and I were talking tonight, I asked him who he hung out with now since his girlfriend moved to Santa Cruz for college (and I talked to her the other day, "Dude, Santa Cruz is LIBERAL. LIKE WAAAAY LIBERAL. It's a little hard to deal") and two of his best friends (other than yours truly) have moved to San Francisco and Maryland. Like, me and this guy Archie are the only ones left.
I asked Ty if Archie knew who I was and Ty said "totally".
Really?
Tyler told me a story that Archie told him....a long time ago when Archie was dating a classmate of mine, we went to a picnic/party of some sort.
The guys were playing football. Me, being the one to prove I'm just as good as any guy, volunteered to play football with the guys.
I was receiver. Archie was on my team. I was getting a long long pass. I was running, screaming "I got it! I got it!" And so I did.
In the face.
And of course, I got the biggest laugh out of the picnic party. But I don't mind because I am willing to embarrass myself at the expense of a good laugh.
I totally forgot about this story till Tyler retold it to me. And ever since then, Archie has never forgotten to me. Great, I will be the girl who got hit with a football in the face.
In 7th grade, I once had a soccer ball hit my face and break my glasses (oh and yes, I had the taped glasses for three days. It was miserable). Tennis balls hitting me? Forget about it.
I guess I'm just a person who attracts balls to her face.
