SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALRIGHT (FOR LAUGHING)
This time we owe audience kudos to Marla for bringing the most support. And I have to admit, apart from Ben's failing voice, Marla's gang got the better show. Our energy was better, we knew to make adjustments for things that hadn't worked as well the night before, and we had a more vocal audience. That was probably enhanced by the addition of Margy to the laughter mix. Yay, Margy!
So what lessons can we take from this weekend, our only time in the larger space on a bizarre, unfinished set?
1) Our audience has grown each night. Once we are crammed back into the smaller space, chances are good that we will sell out each performance.
2) Being on-stage throughout an entire performance means more bladder control...or adult diapers. It also means, no snacking. (The latter is not necessarily a bad thing.)
3) Glowsticks are less effective the second night you use them, even if you put them in the freezer.
4) Loopy Monroe is my Achilles' heel and I can't wait for Lisa to return it to its former glory.
5) Monkey sounds require better vocal warm-ups to avoid hoarseness the next day. Perhaps a little more Tarzan than Cheetah for your sexual roleplay during show weekends, Ben.
I'm sure there's more to be said, but I'm getting a little bored now. And isn't bad enough that I'm so hard-wired to get up early on a Monday morning that on the last day of the last long weekend of summer I've already been awake since 7 AM?! Damn the Man, anyway! Don't give us none of your aggravation! We had it with your discipline!
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Why is Eric posting as Marea?
I'm intrigued to know what sort of anonymous comment was deleted by the blog administrator. But I'm more intrigued to know why Dale thinks I'm Eric. Was it the use of the word kudos, perhaps?
Anyway, I realized something I left out of my previous post which was my pick (and I believe the audiences pick, too!) for best sketch this weekend. Without a doubt, it went to "Father & Son" with Eric and Ben.
Talk about your on-stage chemistry! Whoo-ee! The heat between those 2 is enough to melt the rubber right off a chicken. Personally, I think that's the real reason for the first (and only?) on-stage kiss being between the 2 of them so many years ago.
Of course, now it probably really sounds like I'm Eric and not Marea. I assure you all, though, it truly is me. And, uh, Ben, if you're reading this, Millie's working tonight. Wink, wink.
Marea here!
What the hell is going on. I just woke up in Eric's bed with 8 days growth of beard, an unhealthy obsession with British sci-fi and a penis!
It's almost exactly like that weekend in Indianapolis, except this time the penis is attached! And there's no empty box of Hostess Snowballs.
Danny keeps calling me Daddy and apparently I have no taste in underwear. Eeeeew remind me to never say that again.
Anyhoo... I'd like my body back. This one's a little itchy and does nothing for my hips.
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