Friday, February 19, 2010

A terrific end to a long week.

Ever have one of those weeks where you're bone tired and grouchy and don't feel like doing anything but you have to?

Yeah. That.

But some good stuff has happened, too—mainly in the realm of Spite.
  1. We worked out with Keith Curtis for the first time as our coach/director, and we heart him hard.
  2. We had a terrific photo shoot with the absolutely wonderful Ben Pieper, along with my pal Jeff Shumway, who's a crazy talented creative director, and our makeover stylist, Daryl Forkell, who made us feel confident and pretty. And Dennis, who fetched us things.
  3. We got a great writeup on KC Free Press, thanks in part to Nikki's kick-ass press release (a version of this one) and partly to Ben's kick-ass photo.
  4. We hit the 300 mark on Twitter. Sure, some are spambots. But a good number of them are happy, funny people we're having a great time chatting with.
  5. We got the official word that we'll be performing at the Chicago Improv Festival. We applied as an apprentice team—which means 9 hours with an acclaimed teacher/director who will direct our festival show, networking opportunities, parties and a ridiculous amount of support and nurturing. It's exactly the boost we've been craving as we try to take our work to the next level.
So, yeah. It feels really, really good. Kinda because we've been working really hard, and it's starting to pay off. But a lot because I feel incredibly blessed to get to play with people I dig as much as I do Nikki and Megan.


  1. I am so proud of you and so extremely excited!

  2. Congrats on the Chicago Improv Fest! That's amazing!

  3. I feel blessed, too.

    Man, we really ARE a chick group.

  4. You forgot to mention your awesome backbend on stage last Saturday. That was pretty sweet!

  5. @Jewels & @Cindy: Thanks, y'all!

    @NikkiDooDoo: For serious. Next thing you know, we'll be doing some sort of weird energy circle for a warm-up—oh, wait.

    @Jessica: Thanks! Although I'll cop to feeling a little guilty about it. It's my one trick, and I've whipped it out in at least three shows in the last year. It's kinda starting to feel like a bit. I need to either figure out out to do a walkover or learn a new gimmick.


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