I left at 4:30 in order to be able to get to Chorley in time for the workshop at 7. Got lost as I walked from the train station to the parish hall, where the class was held. Bron had given me directions to walk through this stone archway in town. As I looked through it, it was perfectly dark. I mean like a graveyard when there’s no moon. No way, I thought. There’d just been a woman murdered in Chorley the week before. A very unusual circumstance, mind you, but murder nonetheless. So no way was I going to walk through the archway. I called Bron and she sent Emily (one of the troupe) to find me. We met near the city hall and walked backwards to where I missed the turn-off.
The class was awesome. Ruth and Pat Short from the Portland OR Comedy Sportz gave a workshop. It was cool to play new games, learn new warm-up activities, and to just plain PLAY. Also, they were a bit older. Not as old as I am, of course. But still older than the rest of them. So that was cool too.
On the way back to the train station I walked through the archway and it was fine. We’ll see how I do when I go tomorrow. Yep. I’m going again. Didn’t think I would, because I’m absolutely ragged. But I’ll regret it if I don’t go.
I’m going to put that I posted this at 11:59 PM. But it’s a lie, people. I got home after midnight and didn’t get to sleep until around 1:30 AM. Yikes. Makes me more tired just having typed that.
posted by Jerilyn Dufresne, author @ 17:59
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