Tonight, as Bob and I were tucking into our respective meals at the 34th/Guad location of Rice Dumpster, a girl in the age range of 10-12 stopped cold in front of our table and pointed at me.
"You! I saw you! You're...you're in that..."
"Improv troupe?" I finished her sentence, smiling. "Girls Girls Girls?"
"YES! YES! I saw you at that show and it was really great! WOW!" She gave me an open-mouthed "wow" look! She yelled at her dad to look at who was here. I turned around and waved at him. He waved back, summoning his daughter back to the family table. I thanked her and wished her well.
I am a famous celebrity. I get recognized by young girls.
Posted by Zerd at March 23, 2008 12:09 AMI think that's really cool, and as much for that twelve-year-old girl as for you. If she has role models like you, she must be on the right track.
Posted by: Inkwell at March 23, 2008 07:09 PMHi Kevin! Thanks for the note.
Posted by: Mo at March 23, 2008 09:43 PMI had an assist with "at, at..." "Frontera Fest?" "Yeah!"
If I would've had one of Shana's cards I'd have given it to her and told her she could learn to do what you do too. Building self-confidence at a critical age, the life lessons and therapeutic value of improv, yadda yadda...
Posted by: Bob at March 24, 2008 11:50 PM