So I was very pleased to inform her that Thursday, Friday and Saturday, I will be spending time with non-improvisers. Discussions have not involved (and will not include) the merits of short- or long-form, the difficulty of meaningful object work or the importance of creating emotional connections on stage.
Last night, I met coworkers for beers—we talked about work. Tonight, I will join the Texas Exes for a watch party—and I'm almost certain we will talk about basketball, which I'm SUPER excited about since I know neither any one attending nor anything about basketball. Saturday, we're going to watch my coworker Julia in a roller derby. We'll probably talk more about work, as well as how surprisingly easy it is to catch on to roller derby rules and strategies.
I will miss the improvisers. I love my coworkers—and I'm lucky enough to work with people who make me laugh as hard as improvisers do. But I'm dreading tonight, because I have to play extrovert.
People are usually pretty surprised to hear I'm one-half introvert—and that many improvisers are pure bloods. "But you get up on stage! In front of all those people! And you're loud!" That's not what extrovert means (A) and (2) I'm dorky and easily intimidated and insecure and unsure of myself when I'm not in my comfort zone.
But because I improvise, I can act. So I'll just look at the next four hours as a one-person show...
OK. That was really fun. I got there after the half (must pay more attention to start times) and the Exes are very nice people. Nice enough to invite me to another watch party—so I'll join them again on Sunday to cheer the 'Horns on to the Final Four.