Tonight Angie and I went to see Improvapolooza 8 at the Kentucky Center. The Louisville Improvisors performed for the first half of the show and, while not bad, only left me mildly amused. I was worried that I'd not only wasted my money, but that my subsequent blog bitch rant would only serve to confirm my diva status. But then The Groundlings (from LA) came to the stage and rocked the house. Rather than relying on gimmicky improv games they took a few initial suggestions from the audience and then spun improvisations off each other for nearly an hour. Their humor was smart and their energy was invigorating. I found myself wanting to take each one of them home and make them my new best friends. Since the amount of spare room in my luggage was slightly lacking space for 5 mid-sized adults, I decide to release them into the wild. Fly away my precious comedy doves. Make merriment wherever you go.
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