I’ve been out to the O’Hare area so many times in the past few days that I’ve become a connoisseur of the drive.
Last night, I went out to pick up Mira from the Radisson out there and then we drove to the improv show I was perfoming at. I accidentally took 294 North to Milwaukee, accustomed as I am to heading back to E-town that way (funny thing is, I used to go the other way and head into the city by accident).
So we took Dempster over until I saw 94 into the city. I thought, “Score!” and went on the onramp right into… a jam. By this time, it was 15 minutes until the show.
Lots of whiteknuckling later, I saw the Wilson exit and leapt for it like a puppy after a frisbee. But I didn’t realize how far west of the city that dumped me. So, more tense driving ensued through residential area until Wilson ended and I freaked out. Anyway, I made it over to Montrose which I remembered was near the cross street. In fact, it was the cross street.
Parked hurriedly, and we ran in only to sit around and wait for things to start.
The show itself was fine. I was playing with my director, Mike, and another guy, Pierro. We went second in a three show lineup. The first team was pretty rough, but it was their first show, so that’s to be expected. No matter how hard you try, teams always make the same mistakes over and over…
Our show was OK. Very jokey, but some good relationships in there. We started better than we ended. So did the last team (Teenage Carthrobs), who were pretty good. I haven’t done improv in 3 months, so it was a nice reintroduction into that world. Next year I’m going to be doing more coaching than performing, but you know what? That’s OK.