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May 12th, 2007

IFE's 1 year show and clothes

The show was really solid. We did a montage, which is basically just a set of scenes that may/may not be related. It has been a long time since we did a pure montage, also since we were working on editing scenes before the height, it made for really short scenes.

The energy was really good, and everyone was strong. We got lots of laughs.. However, we did lose a bit of steam, around minute 25. We're used to doing shows that are 22 long, and the double barrel slot was 40 minutes. So phew, I felt tired in the middle of the show. However, there was a lot of fun. I can definitely tell when my troupemates are just having fun, not worrying about the show. Also, they'll say stuff on stage, and I'll crack up really strongly, and laugh louder then the audience.

People are saying I look more confident on stage. I guess familiarity does breed contempt. Not that I'm contemptous, just that I'm no longer scared shit by being on stage.

Also, I dressed all out last night. Wearing a sexy mini-dress, and really high heels (which suddenly got really painful after the show, I didn't notice during the show). And my troupe definitely treated me different. It was weird, they were much nicer to me, but  only a few of my scenes was empowering, I was a sex/wife-bot at least twice. Any of you ladies notice differences in your improv depending on your clothes? Usually I wear shirts and pants, and my troupe usually treat me as one of the guys.

but I must say, I was pretty hot last night. Love that dress. I went to Express yesterday and got 3 mini-dresses. I used to find that shop distasteful, rather mall-y. But their clothes fit surprisingly well. And those dresses were so soft and comfy and fall just right. I'm putting Express above Banana Republic.

in fact, i'm pretty sure i got hit on last night. it's been a while since some stranger aggressively initiated a conversation with me since I am in an introverted phase. ah, clothing. ah, men.

!parties

just came back from bobacita's fake birthday party at Ramsey Park. the funniest part was seeing her led out of her car by her husband with nike shorts over her head... and she tripped right over the curb. then when they got to us, he removed her shorts and we yelled: "Surprise!"

i decided to come out of my introverted shell, put aside my cunt book (which is a great feminist conversation starter), and actually talk to people at the party. it was fun, i always feel really comfortable with that cs heavy crowd. i played frisbee!

got to finally have a real conversation with matt_walker, whom i had accidentally friended because i thought he was another matt. but kept him on my friends list anyways.. and now we're actual friends :-)

now i'm sweaty and yucky. tonight on to preservationgal's not a housewarming party. i've my settler's game ready.