Yesterday evening, I went to see my improv friends perform for the first time in a while. It’s not that I stopped enjoying improv, it’s just that I had work to do, then sleep to do, then play to do… OK, fine, I skipped a few of their shows, what’s so wrong about that? I don’t feel guilty AT ALL. In any event, the performance was taking place in a new spot dedicated to improv, that another friend I happened to stumble into yesterday helped open. Either it’s a small world or I know a lot of people, you guys be the judges of that.
After they were done — good stuff, by the way: either because it had been a while or because they were actually good, I thoroughly enjoyed myself — I was talking to my improv friends. Plus my brother, who was also attending the show, although he showed up late because he got stuck at something called “work”. When I have (or, rather, had) work to do, I had the decency not to show up at all, that’s all I’m saying.
Me: That was a very good show!
Friend: Are you just saying that or do you actually mean it?
Me: Is there a difference?
Friend: Yes, and you should know about it.
Me: You just said “yes, and”. You’re aware that our conversation is not an improv exercise, aren’t you?
Friend: Everything is an improv exercise. Life is an improv exercise.
Me: OK. If we’re talking philosophy, that’s gonna be a longer discussion.
Friend: That was not my intention.
Me: Oh, so you don’t want to talk to me anymore, is that it?
Friend: Well… Not for the entire evening. This is Valentine’s day, you realize, and you are not my fiancée.
Me: Wait… You guys got engaged?
Friend: Yes we did!
Me: Congratulations! I wanted to keep saying mean shit to you, but this changes everything!
Friend: Thanks… I guess.
Me: And when are you getting married?
Friend: In July.
Me: You mean… before us?
Friend: When are you guys getting married?
Friend: Then yes.
Me: But we got engaged before you guys!
Friend: That’s what happens when you’re too slow at improv.
I guess I should have come more often.