Last night we had our second and final ImprovBoston graduate performance. ImprovBoston was completely oversubscribed with over 40 people trying to reserve and getting placed on the waiting list. My Improv Boston class is now over. I got to Bukowski’s at five and had a drink with Mike as the class started to fill out the table in the back of the room. We took lots of pictures and then wandered over to the theatre at six to warm-up. We had to warm-up quickly because most people’s friends had been warned to come early to claim their seats and early meant 6:30. So as we were warming up a big crowd was gathering by the door. As Robert said about the evening - we needed a bigger venue. It was good to have such a large crowd although everyone I knew except for Sally T. had come two weeks before and they didn’t manage to get seats reserved early enough for last night’s performance.

The performance was very fun. As usual Joan had the best line in the show. Last time she managed to barb back at Mike when he made a fat joke that his character was balding a little early for a seven year old. Last night acting as Juan Carlos, the Colombian drug lord, she was involved in a plot to kill Pat Sejak, Vanna White, and a grocery store clerk. After being asked about this she told Suzy – I have six bullets in my gun – give me three more names. I am not sure if I was funny or entertaining. I managed to hop around like a bunny rabbit in one scene and sang No Woman No Cry, in a bizarre battle scene where I came on as a Rastafarian. In one scene where Marlena and I were both sick and wanted the other person to take care of us like our mothers. As an old man trying to sell my even more ancient mother along with my sister I proposed to Suzy with a pair of dentures with the money I had made on selling my mother. I also tried to purchase a large piece of real estate as royalty and my daughter played by Emily fell off of a horse. I stayed out of a scene with gardeners despite the urge to go into it. Mike and Aaron did a great job as sexy gardeners without me. The last scene was great, especially because the suggestion from the audience was elementary school. Heather was teaching a class of rambunctious children who all were asking her questions about her personal life because she had apparently broken off an engagement and became a lesbian. I came into the scene as her ex-fiancee and then we went into a full on rant and the show ended.

After the show we went downstairs. We drank some champagne. Sharon read a poem to all of us. I was mentioned in one line that shows how I project myself:

"He came from the East, MIT, on two wheels a marketing god
And she from the west, LA, to stroke and ponder his rod."

Sarah got a kick out of that one when I got home. I had been stupid and didn't reserve a ticket for her. We also got certificates that I can put in my office where my normal diploma should be. I should take it with me when I look for work. After the show one of the guys was scuttling around worrying that he might have to interact with two potential women that he invited and came. I can’t say who and it wasn’t me. All was well as we split into two crews, one going to the jam, and the other going to the S&S. A couple of Mike’s friends made it onto stage and did some freeze tag with us.

By the end of the night I was picking through Sharon's cobb salad and mooching hummos at the S&S while we chatted about the show and life in general. The Red Sox were getting clobbered on opening day by the Yankees on the televisions in the background. At the end of the night Marlena and I chatted about what to do next and wondered whether the group would stay together. I intend to find some way to continue doing Improv now that the class is over. Hopefully so that I can get folks who missed these performances a chance to see me do it.