Here are some photo highlights with commentary:
Fired! was an appropriately titled show about jobs and working. I’m guessing they made at least one joke about how Friday was right around the corner! Their show’s dress code was more formal than the one at my office.
A delightful show I envisioned and performed in mixing stand up and improv called Whose Punchline Is It Anyway? (surplus thanks to Sean and Jake for bringing their A-game). This scene was about two hand models waiting to audition and trying to one-up each other. Careful boys! All that time in moisturizing gloves will go to waste if an injury is sustained.
This was a hip-hop themed show my brilliant friend Mark let me be in called Hip Hop From Mom’s Basement. (click to go to his blog/film project that inspired the show). We had fly girls, and oh boy, they were the flyest. That is me making loud gestures. One of the fly girls called me “a trip” after the show. Swoonz. My poserdom is finally reaping dividends, I mean, grim-reaping skrilla!
This is a show called Jinx Springsteen and the 14th Street Band that involved my group Jinx being a band with extremely unprofessional and diva-like behavior (we even had real instruments and sparkles and sunglasses and scarves). We had to practice looking really offended and refusing to play “Free Bird” to prep for this show.
This was a show that I’m in love with that I submitted called EmoProv. I couldn’t have done it without my friends Mikael and Jaime. I got to make up bad poetry and read it on the spot. I compared myself to a raisin. My own costume was depicted in my last blog entry. It involved a lot of angst in case you didn’t pick up on that already.
Oh yay, this was a show called Celebritation starring Sylvester Stallone, Christopher Walken, and Kathy Lee Gifford. I really wish they were all BFFs in real life. Just because I think they’d bring out the best in each other.
As part of the delightful debut sketch show from Ames Aimes, reporting live from Little Ukraine was Morning Borscht! For future reference, don’t drink coffee while you’re watching unless you’re prepared for multiple spit takes.
The night was capped with a visit from the cast of Second City’s “Barack Stars” who were in town all week. They were outstanding both in their performance and in their graciousness afterward (as if they had been professionally trained in both improv and manners).
My group Jinx also did a show called Heightened Senses where we all wore taped-over masquerade masks so none of us could see. So we all looked like we were at a costume party in the dark. Someone later reported that when someone on stage said “graveyard” at one point, four people on stage started miming digging at the exact same time. *clapping hands in delight* Group mind! Group mind! I was not one of the four.
SATURDAY (ALL THE LIVE LONG DAY AND NIGHT)
Cooking with Sean & Jordan involved making peach cobbler but it might as well have been called peach quibbler. Joost keeding! Nothing like some friendly onstage banter/fighting/hugging it out to get those TV ratings up.
Speaking of TV, this was a travel-themed show called Destination: Fun, Population: You! These ladies should be Loreal’s fresh faces of hilarity. In Thailand, hijinks and overly familiar massages ensued.
This was a show called La Familia about being Italian. They served real cannolis to audience members in the beginning. Then cheek kissing happened. Then some fighting. Then some making up! Tutto bene!
Uh oh, nothing says wax museum statues coming to life like being double flipped off by one of them. The bar has been raised since Kim Cattrall starred in Mannequin over two decades ago (*single geriatric tear*).
Another one of my favorite shows was a fake improvised soap opera called Bitchwood. This eyepatch found a home on Tyler’s head. It looks like he and only he was born to wear it. Also I like a town where the evil corporate head honcho’s last name is Guillotine.
Blue Cop Town taught me that I like fake moustaches too much, especially when they fall off and Mikael has to mime one with his finger for the rest of the show. Hypothetically speaking.
IMusical did a silent movie! They even wore black and white for it. Despite Katie’s face above, it was not a reenactment of Home Alone.
Inside the Improviser’s Studio. Being interviewed is never easy but especially when you have to make up your answers but tell the truth at the same time. Never a bad season for James Lipton Tea though.
We did a show at summer camp called WIT Hot American Summer. In the end, everyone was murdered by a psychopathic demon except one camper who turned out to be Harry Potter. I wish I was JK(Rowl)ing, but I am drop-dead serious.
Cast half full (really whoever was left in the theater by the end of Saturday night). Some people had to defect early for many worthy reasons including illness, illness of a significant other/spouse, prior family commitment, note from the doctor, boredom, malaise, fatigue, intrigue, malnutrition, and relocating to another city for job-related purposes.
In conclusion, I am so lucky to work with and witness so many inspired and shiny minds at play. My brain needs to wear sunglasses sometimes from being around so much dazzle. Thank you to everybody who makes (W)IT happen.
Don’t think your eyes are fooling you, this is indeed a sock line-up. All of these socks were unpaired after a standard load of laundry. I don’t know what kind of game they’re pulling, but they do make up a motley crew of suspects.
I also went to Art-o-matic this past weekend to tell jokes and enjoy the many faces of creativity! It’s six weeks of art, both of the visual and performing varieties, housed in a nine-floor warehouse.
I need to go back and capture more images’ souls, but I did happen upon the Peeps Show III exhibit. For the third year in a row, the Washington Post has run a marshmallow Peeps diorama contest. Here were some of the finalist entries on display. I love how creative people can get with googly eyes, pipe cleaners (peep cleaners?), and marshmallow fluff.
Peep on Wire
Here is a full slideshow of the top 40 finalists for the Washington Post Sunday Source 2009 Peeps Diorama Contest.
I. My Inner Child Uses an Indoor Voice at All Times
My sister (who was visiting) and I got the chance to hang out with some little kids yesterday afternoon (the grandkids of some close family friends).
Woweee zowee, does that do wonders for your skin! And I mean the skin of your aura.
(I am always almost thinking about auras because there is this place near my work that specializes in free aura readings, and they always promote them with a smiley face.
How can you say no to a free aura reading being advertised with a smiley face?! I don’t know, but somehow I have managed to successfully do it for multiple days and months in the past years. Anyhoo.)
Back to the little kids. Jeepies bleepies if those lil’ tweeps don’t know how to squeeze all the fun out of the day like it was a juice orange begging for validation.
What frenzied fun didn’t our ragtag group take part in?!
We toured their neighborhood on bikes; almost met their neighbor who turned out not to be home; played hide-and-go-seek; played the Eye Spy + 20 Questions game; ate cookies; were denied further cookies by the parental units; ate orange wedges to compensate; talked about our interests and ages (apparently being anywhere near over 21 means you’re “way adults”; hid a fake spider in various, strategic locations; checked the TV just as a matter of course; toured the house; looked at family vacation albums at flipbook speed; climbed a tree and/or watched a tree being climbed; basically, anything and everything that somehow goes out of fashion when you hit puberty, but should technically never go out of fashion ever.
The best/worst part is I reverted to my pre-pubescent self in which I didn’t feel cool enough to hang out with those free spirits. My sister did most of the talking, including for any and all negotiations of “what should we do next?” Twenty years and nothing has changed!
II. Wedding the Palate
I also went to two Hindu weddings this weekend.
One took place in a botanical garden and one took place in a sculpture garden!
All I took pictures of though was the sculpture garden one.
The first wedding was at the American Visionary Art Museum in that secret wink-nod of a city, Baltimore. That place continues to ply me with its charming wares. The entire grounds around the museum were fancyfree, whimsy pajama-pants slamtastic.
Oh, and at the second wedding, apparently the priestess yelled “Please focus!” at the bride because apparently, she wasn’t concentrating enough.
Hey, Holy Lady, that’s my friend you’re talking about! And she happens to be getting married so yeah, maybe she has some stuff on her mind!
III. Thirst-Quenching Conclusion
To conclude, I now fill my water bottle at home using a funnel. Because the water cooler spout is all futzy. It spits all over the place like an overdramatic but mediocre storyteller so you have to harness its enthusiasm with a more open-minded, wider scope of reference distilled into a logic tunnel of thought.
And yes, the fact that we have a water cooler in our house does up the quality of our banter. Something about them just brings out one’s inner conversational bard.
There. And now the blog title finally makes sense.