After taking my car (which was running just fine) for a check up in preparation for a road trip to the mechanic today, and paying $500 to get a new… something… plus new hoses, clamps, a light, and stuff, I drove my car home and now my car will not make it around the block. It has died. I am very sad. It was only 20.

Because my car died, I missed my farewell dinner with my improv group. I called them and told them I couldn’t make it. They did not cry. I could hear happy eating noises in the background.

I called the mechanic who said my car’s unexpected death probably has nothing to do with what they did to it today but he knows some towing companies I could call if I want to get it towed in and have them take a look at it. He said I could pay for that.

I decided that what I would do is get in bed and cry. Then make dinner, then maybe walk the half hour to my improv class.

While I was eating dinner, someone from my improv class called me and said they were worried because I hadn’t made it to class yet.

I was so embarrassed that I immediately jumped up, put on my coat, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door thinking that I would walk so fast that they wouldn’t know I had just left when they called.

As I was walking down the street a white car drove by and made a quick turn around near me. It was the woman who had called me. I panicked and lied and told her I was just walking to the grocery store to get ice-cream, but sure, I would go to improv with her instead. No, I didn’t hear her message, I was just walking out the door when I heard the phone ring. La, la, la… (I know, I know, you don’t have to tell me, I still feel guilty about it.)

We got to improv. I was very embarrassed. I lied again and told everyone I had been abducted by pirates and then escaped and had been abducted by bandits and that’s where I was when my improv friend saved me. I couldn’t believe no one called me on it.

The class was really fun and I only felt embarrassed once when someone looked at me funny and I wondered if she could tell I had been crying. On the other hand, I never wear make up and my face without make up is similar to the pasty and puffy look I get when crying, so maybe I was safe.

When class was getting ready to end, the guy next to me threw his arm over me and said, “Don’t go!” It was sweet. I think he likes me.

My improv friend drove me home and I said she could drop me off at the grocery store so I could get ice-cream. I did. And then I was abducted by pirates, but they said I could still write in my blog.

The end

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We had a melodrama scene where our goal was to act melodramatically, our task was to watch paint dry, and our opening line had to be, “What time is it?”

We both stared at the imaginary wall between us and the audience watching paint dry, and then in an intense voice, I asked my partner, “What time is it?!”

He: full of energy and excitement, “You know what time it is, It’s THAT time!”

Me: “It’s THAT time?!”

He, “YES! Let’s DO IT!”

Me: “YES,” flinging my arms wide and looking off into the distance, “Let’s go SAILING!”

He: “oh”

Our teacher interrupts and tells him that since he didn’t give me any information about what we were doing, he’s stuck with the information I added. He says that he was giving me a suggestive suggestion, seeing what I would do with it, and playing disappointed on purpose as part of the scene. She tells us to continue.

He: “YES! Let’s DO IT!”

Me: “YES, since I’m not ovulating right now, Let’s go SAILING!”

Class: ha, ha , ha ;) :)

Then, quite melodramatically, we talk about how much we love sailing and how BEAUTIFUL it will be on the bay, but we have to watch out for those PIRATES! They will tell us to walk the plank! They will be scurvy! He huddles in fear behind me. I am brave but scornful of my worm like husband. He switches roles to play the pirate!

Me: I pull out my imaginary sword “I will fight you!”

He: Puts down his imaginary sword “I don’t fight ladies!”

Me: “What do you do?”

He: puts his arm around my waist, in a very piratey voice says”I’ll take you back to my ship and take you to my quarters!”

Me: breaking out of pirate talk,”Honey! I told you I’m not ovulating!”

The end