Stranger in a strange land

I’m sitting in the wi-fi hotspot at the PDX airport. Kento dropped me off early so that he could bid me a loving farewell. That was damn hard….ah love.

The good news for me is that Maine has one of the coolest climates in the lower 48, and I loves the cool weather. However, I’ll have to get used to BUGS again. Not looking forward to that.

I talked to Jen (from ImprovAcadia), and I’ll basically fly all night, ride the bus all day (from Boston to Bar Harbor), get to the theater, watch some shows, eat, and do a jam show. Then I’ll get to go to the house and get in my room. It’s going to be an interesting 48 hours. What can I say? I’m just not satisfied if my life isn’t an adventure of some sort. Time enough for rest in the grave, I guess.

I’m eager for the challenge. It took me a while to bring the stage mojo in Edmonton, and I learned from that. I’m eager to explode onstage for this gig. More later.

Ganza Diary day 4

We were bused out to Karen’s house outside of Edmonton for a BBQ. I had a lot fo good food, and we spent a lot of time bouncing on a trampoline. That rocked.

Some of the other participants arrived later today (Slovenes and a Belgian). There are yet more people to arrive over the next couple of days. I’ve been really happy to have met Tonto’s Nephews who are a native improv troupe comprised of some Second City Toronto stock. Herbie, Darrell, and Michaela are just awesome folks, and they pull some hilarious country native impressions among other things in their repetoire.

We also watched this terrible and long R. Kelly movie that was essentially an overgrown music video. It was awful because someone actually thought this was serious. Oy. I’m tired. It’s almost 3am. There’s a chance I’ll go to the West Edmonton Mall tomorrow. We’ll see what all the hype is about.

Ganza Diary day 3

Got up to find a wireless connection. Found and internet cafe instead with a laptop port. I’m going to see the kids show in a little bit. Improv mixed with puppets and some set roles. I’m going to get into the one next week and try to realize my dream of doing a puppet performance.

I’m feeling a little bit disappointed and angry with myself. I felt like I didn’t bring it completely in the show last night, and I had a pity party. That’s why I’m angry. I slapped myself and said “Quit fucking around and get to it”.

More shows tonight. One of my teammates, Kurt, is from Toronto. We’ve hit it off well, and it’s looking like I’ll be performing up there when I visit my parents in Rochester this December. Fuck yeah.

The Dad’s Garage people are really great, too. I totally dig Amber and Tim. They’re totally my speed and my flavor. In the words of Nate, ‘I like the cut of their jib’.

The thing I’m yearning for is a few more meaningful conversations. Improvisers tend to spend the first part of getting to know you by doing bits for each other, or maybe that’s my perception. I’d just like to get to know people firswt before the funny. I’m also one of two queers here, and she left early into the evening. The words “fag” and “faggot” have been used a bit more than I’m used to in PDX, and that has been a little unsettling being a gay stranger in a strange land.

Kento tells me that Alberta is the Texas of Canada. I don’t remember the men in Texas being this hot, though. That’s today’s report. I’ll keep you posted……

On the Road

I finally made it to a computer that has a high speed connection. I’m still hunting for a free wireless network.

I’m working with Lee White form the Crumbs in Winnepeg and Kurt from a group in Toronto, and I’m really happy to be working with them. We had some great scenes, and the festival is only just beginning.

I’m making all sorts of new improv pals and having a blast. There is another improviser born and raised in WI sitting at the computer next to me. We’ve been bonding over wisco for two days. Silly.

I taught at a high school and a grade school this morning and had a friggin blast. The students were great, and both of the teachers got their teaching degrees from U of PDX. Go figure.

I miss my man and wish he was here with me. He’d be having fun.


Manic Panic

I’m a loser who can’t focus and complete my homework. I’ve procrastinated myself into a corner. Now I must fight my way to the end of the term. I can’t wait to finish, but it’s a mixed blessing. I’m falling in love and losing a friend. It burns me that all of this is happening just before I leave. I shall return with a clap of thunder, though. Beware.

End of an era

We had the last show of the original cast of funnyBusiness last night. My friend Nate is leaving for Rochester NY in July while I’m gone. I’m a bit sad about it. Nate has been a great friend and confidant to me for over 8 years. We’ve shared a brain and a sense of humor for most of that time. I fear the hole in my life that will open when he leaves.

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