Even though I didn’t get home until after midnight last night, AND didn’t get to sleep until after 1:30 this morning AND still got to work on time this morning—I travelled again tonight to Chorley. The opportunity to attend another workshop conducted by Patrick and Ruth was too good to pass up.
I just love that the Chorley UK Comedy Sportz group has welcomed me so warmly. Even though I outweigh and out-age everyone combined (only a slight exaggeration), they treat me like a real member of the troupe. Three of them are coming to the states for the World competition—to be held in Milwaukee this year in August. So if someone breaks a leg, maybe I can be a backup or something. I mean I’ll be there, and I’ll be wearing a CSz UK T-shirt. Not that I’m really meaning it when I say “break a leg” to a performer. Heh-heh-heh (inserting evil laugh here).
I decided to go last night even though I wasn’t dressed appropriately. They told us to dress comfortably for tonight, but instead I have on a skirt, tights and a sweater set (called a jumper here). But as I sat at work, yawning, I knew I’d kick myself if I didn’t go—so I did.
Had to leave work at 4 PM, since I had to take the bus home to the train station in order to buy the £7.50 Wayfarer ticket. It would be £8.60 otherwise, plus I’d have to have it all in coin to be able to put it in a machine, as there is no office at the Navigation Road station—a good mile from work. In other words, because I made an impulsive decision to go, it took me longer to get there.
There were no adventures last night on the way to Chorley, but I found that if I walk briskly, and don’t get lost, it only takes me seven minutes to walk from the train station to the church hall. Cool. But I sat at the top of the stairs waiting for others to arrive. It got to be 6 :55, and the practice started at 7. I thought how awful it would be if they canceled and didn’t tell me. But I know Bron well enough to know that would never happen. She was downstairs getting a key, and lots of others were with her. So it worked out well and we started in a timely fashion.
Last night we did all kind of musical exercises--learned how to improvise musical comedy and opera, as well as just make up three-part songs on the spot. I absolutely loved that. It was so much fun to play with the kids and I told them that I wasn’t playing Mommy or Grandma in every scene. So in one musical comedy sketch, I fancied myself a young shopkeeper. It went well, except the guy in the scene called me “Mum.” So crap, I had to be a mum but still try to be a sex object. So one of the guys came out walking on his knees and said he was the other guy’s daddy. So the kid tried to fix us up. Gee, it’s not funny at all when I write it, but it was sure funny last night.
We took a lot of pictures, so as soon as I figure out how to get them on my website, I’ll post them.
I made the train easily, and the last tram as well. On the train though, it was really strange. I was in the front car by myself. The second car was completely dark, and the third and fourth cars were lit. I felt weird about being in a car alone that late at night, so decided to walk back where others where. But when I got to the dark car I couldn’t make myself go in it. Went back to my seat. Then in a moment a young man walked out of the dark car. (Cue music from Vampire Chronicles.) I decided to talk to him rather than sit there and feel weirded out about the situation. Turns out he’d gotten on when I did and inadvertently pressed the button to open the door to that car. When he got in the dark car he found a door and thought it was a loo. It ended up being a room for a conductor. So he came into the lit car. I thanked him for joining me, so that I’d have help when the axe murderer arrived.
Can’t accuse me of not having an imagination.
posted by Jerilyn Dufresne, author @ 17:50
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