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The things we do

This is how my evening was going to go. After coming home from work, I was planning on heading for Moksha yoga for the 90 minute class. After that I was going to swing by Wal-mart for a quick stop before coming home to have a good rest. I’ve been expending a lot of energy all week, and I was looking forward to having a bit of downtime. That would have been that, but an old colleague of mine convinced me to come to his improv troupe’s show. When those Twitter messages came to me, I was already relaxing in bed, not really looking to put on street clothes again to head out. After a bit of arm twisting though I decided to just put something on and head over. I didn’t want to take transit so late at night, so I drove. I was at the show in 20 minutes.

Now, when I came, the first half of the show was already winding down. I still managed to catch a good number of comedians and improv groups. Ooooh, there were some good acts, but plenty of questionable ones. Somehow the concept of rape became a running gag up until some people got super offended. Some of them just plain sucked. The hosting troupe though did a remarkable job. Seeing them succeed to get the crowd worked up again made me happy.

Post-show, there was an audience participation based improv event. I didn’t want to throw my name in because I wanted to observe how things worked before hand. Soon, all participants were picked out. The host (my colleague) asked for one more volunteer from the audience. Other colleagues that I was sitting with practically volunteered me, so I reluctantly came up. That’s when I was informed that I was going to lead everyone in a rousing rendition of O Canada! Oh GOD. There was a keyboard player and he was starting to play the tune. I felt fear. Seriously? Singing the anthem in front of an audience? Sure, the bar crowd wasn’t entirely large, but still. CRAZY. Well, since I was there I just decided to really go for it. And that’s what I did, and I succeeded.

Man, the things I do, eh? I wasn’t planning on going to the show at all, but instead there I am singing the anthem with all my heart in front of possible hecklers. I can’t believe it.



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