Warmups in the back of Mocambo's - which always confused the folks who had to use the washroom.
The scenes that worked - the ones that didn't - and how little difference there was between them.
Working with consistently excellent improvisers - and making friends from around the world.
Rayner consistently breaking up with me - the underlying tension was so obvious...
Doing 4 amazing shows in Bellingham - and then being recognized in the Pancake House the next day - "Hey, you're those improv guys! You're awesome!"
overall feeling - distinctly squidgy.
How much did the Impromaniacs mean to me? Does the fact that my first son is named Jonathan mean nothing to you people?
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