Beer makes me a less-sharp improviser.
No talking my way out of that one. Wit just turns sluggish, and I don’t connect as well.
Interesting to experiment with it now in practice, but in a live show? Swearing off it.
So noted.
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Terrible alcoholic
Was just thinking, I make a terrible alcoholic. I was feeling particularly down earlier so on a whim I brought a bottle of red wine to my bed room with full intention of drinking it all and drowning my sorrows. I had about one glass before I gave up.
Not meant to be.
Doing St. Patrick’s right
I’m generally not one to take part in the whole St. Patrick’s Day festivities thing, if only because I can’t help equate it with general debauchery. Am I really interested in being part of that? Mmm…I don’t think so. Today though, just for fun I decided to catch up with a friend at an Irish pub. It was considerably early enough in the evening that the rowdy crowds looking to get hammered weren’t there. Instead I would character the crowd as more joyous than anything. I had a pint of Guinness while there. It’s not until recently that I’ve acquired a taste for Guinness, but these days I’m now a fan of stout. There were fiddlers playing furiously, and much laughter from the crowd in an already packed room. So yes, I suppose that’s one aspect of today that I can get behind. If you can feel the joy without it leading to drunkenness for the sake of drunkenness then I think you’re doing today right. So says I.
Beer stocked
Back when I set out on my own the idea of having cold beer on hand seemed to be foreign.
Now I have a few kinds for different moods.
And whiskey for oatmeal.
And Bailey’s for coffee.
And wine for when I need it.
No, there’s no problem…just…is this something Jason would do?
Improv and drinking go hand in hand
I’ve actually mentioned this a few times to friends that I’ve been around as of late, but it seems like improv drives me to drink. Can’t be helped. After every show or class there’s probably one or two pints in my future. Who knew they go hand in hand? Hmm.
Drunken reprimands
One improv scene tonight involved me playing the role of a sperm cell. Wonder if that can go on my résumé.
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Jay Nery
When you do shows in a dive bar, I guess you have to accept that there will be a fair bit of shadiness. So, earlier, we were in the middle of doing a show. There was a scene involving one of the players being a whiny kid demanding that someone not pick up stuff off the ground. I found a reason to step in, and as soon as I did, out of nowhere this tall shady guy in a trench coat came in and intruded our play area. He was obviously drunk. He told the guy playing the whiny kid to shut the hell up. We were all in shock. If anyone had mouthed off to him it looked like he would have actively started a fight or something. He eventually walked away and got an earful from the bartender, but…wow. Mercifully, the scene was gonged out before anything else could happen. The audience was laughing out loud at the whole thing, and frankly so were we. Still, this is the first time I’ve seen that happen, for sure.
We can play through anything!
Three hundred done
Yarr, so just finished the Foundation Level 300 improv class at Bad Dog Theatre. I’m perhaps a little bit tipsy. We had a few great moments over at the bar. Perhaps at this point I kind of want to elaborate on what happened tonight, but in truth I’m just not in a position to do so. In fact, as I’m writing this post the backspace/delete key is my friend. The class went exceptionally well, and I feel like I’m sort of on a roll. Things are going well! The 400 starts next week. It will definitely be a good time. Meanwhile……….I need sleep. Blaaargh.
Gateway to over-share
Well, that last post was certainly interesting. At least, it’s interesting to me. Drunk blogging certainly isn’t something I advocate. It’s a slippery slope, and when you’re unguarded it’s far too easy to have a bit of verbal diarrhea and over-share. Luckily I still had enough sense to not be an idiot. The gateway to over-share was open, and I might have peeked through, but in the end I still shut the door. Still…the last post is kind of unfortunate. What’s done is done.
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