Le maudit Mo D.

can't you just be funny?

I am so drained after this past weekend. I'm an exhausted teary mess, and as such, I am spending the day indoors with my laundry and my computer. I will write about reunion at some point this week, but today I will write about improv.

I really wanted Bob to like Northampton. No, scratch that. I wanted him to love it. He says he likes it, a lot, and that is all I can ask for. Last Wednesday, we wandered into the Masonic St. Laundromat for a little washy-washy of the clothes we had dirtied during our three days in Boston/Lowell. The laundromat has a vast bulletin board with leaflets (or perhaps posters, handbills, broadsides, or tracts) advertising the usual college town things: room for rent, Subaru For Sale, lectures on a gay theme. And then I saw it:

IMPROV.

Improv in Noho? Would my little town now be perfect? Was there a burgeoning improv community to be had? I looked closer. It actually said:

IMPROV
for recovery and healing

My heart sank a bit. Why does everything in the Valley have to be about recovery and healing? Why can't it be Improv for Fun? Improv for entertainment? The last thing I want to watch is a bunch of people rehashing their crappy childhoods on stage. Where's the fun in that? Further, where's the challenge in that? Everyone is going to be oh-so supportive and loving and tell you you're peaches and cupcakes no matter what you do. BORING.

If the laundromat bulletin board is any indication, Improv For Recovery and Healing is the only non-college game in town. Poopers. I can change that, though.

Maybe IRH and IFE could get together and do a show sometime. IRH would leave in tears.

Posted by Zerd at May 19, 2008 12:48 PM