Last night I had the misfortune of going to see a comedy troupe perform. The only reason I agreed was because the friend that dragged me there lured me with the promise of dinner. Faced with the temptation of free food, I was defenseless. Yet, I don’t know why I succumbed to this since, having been in a comedy troupe myself, I know how dull they can be. The group I was in was two gays and two girls, we were all pretty dysfunctional and the “comedy” consisted mostly of inside jokes no one else ever got. Somehow we occasionally provoked a laugh, but mostly I thought it was pretty masturbatory.
Rehearsals were 
extremely chaotic and unnecessarily dramatic; I remember throwing a chair once, over what I couldn’t tell you. Here’s a pic of the old crew in “Alien Soap” from our show “Something Vulgar This Way Comes“. I’m the alien bride.
Last night I don’t think I made it through 20 mins. of the show before I was snoozing away, albeit uncomfortably. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the man sitting next to me also fast asleep. The ticket into this napfest was $15. The only possible excuse for participating in this is in support of a friend in the cast; which my friend had. I, on the other hand, did not, and so I went back to sleep until the end of the performance. Afterwards, it was proposed that we go dancing; laughable because my mind was then set on getting horizontal immediately. Suffice it to say, I went home.
