Messing with a Friend. Check. Who’s the friend? TJ Jagodowski? Seriously? Check plus.
I was tired when my flight landed. I was tired when I got to my hotel. But the thing about improv is…if you miss a show, it’s not like you can catch it next week. And when I have a rare chance to see performers I really like—Susan and TJ have both taught my kids, and TJ is just the nicest guy—not going isn’t an option.
And it was wonderful. A lot of variety. So much playfulness. Genuine affection. Serious effing with each other. And some Moonlighting-esque simultaneous dialogue scenes that...wow. OK. Not so tired after all.
Every now and then I feel like I need to get out more. Maybe see something scripted. Read a book that isn't about improv technique. Maybe get 8 hours of sleep. But I might miss something that won't ever happen again. And I'm a first child, and we kind of hate that.