Improv 301 3.0 Performance: Just Farting On Stage
2016-09-17, 4:53 p.m.
Previous week here.
So I didn’t go to my second 301 performance because of already bought $50 season theater tickets (plus various drama about how we couldn’t switch the tickets, go another night, or get someone else to take mine that I’ll spare you), but I didn’t 100% mind because I suspected it wasn’t going to go well.
Well, sometimes karma will get you, because this performance was about the worst I’ve seen this group do and it kinda came out of nowhere. We only had about seven people show up on time for the performance (one rolled in too late to get in), and somehow things were Not Gelling and some freezing up was going on and...argh. I think I did fairly well under the circumstances, but I also didn’t get a lot of what was going on.
Monologue A: afraid of eating foreign food in France
Beat 1a: Chef Boyardee wants kids’ food when he’s doing his restaurant review. This was hard to follow and needed walk-ons and a base reality, Brian said later.
Group A: I don’t think anyone had a decent idea, so it turned into eating live animals in sandwiches. This went about as well as it sounds.
Beat 2a: art auction of kids works? I was confused, but got an idea for another group scene out if it at least, even if that didn’t go well (see below).
Group B: I initiated a negative auction as a ticked off schoolteacher who’s annoyed that the auction isn’t going well, so I brought in these awful dogs as class pets and I will send them home with the lowest bidder. This was apparently too complicated to understand, and most people just stood there doing nothing. Or as one of the people playing dogs put it, “(redacted) and I are just farting on stage.” One guy bid, nobody else bid. Hell, I edited it myself, which is also a no-no, but there was NOTHING ELSE TO DO. Brian didn’t give me crap for doing it, but did tell people, “You were supposed to bid! Bid!”
Beat 3a: Jimmy Dean designs kids’ vehicles.
Anyway...that was weird. They all went out to dinner afterwards and I wished I could have joined them, but I had Mom with me and she wanted to go home “early,” which translated into “I want to bum around the Rite-Aid until I decide to leave at 9 p.m. Sigh.
(Oh, and for the record, two of my classmates did get onto teams.)