I would never have guessed that it would take moving to London to get some damn stage time, but here we are. I now do improv twice a month or so as part of 50:50, a show that is half our in-house improv group, and half an ever-changing line up of guest acts who do other types of comedy, music or performance of some kind. My first show was last Tuesday and while it would make a way better story if something had gone hilariously wrong, it was just a really great time. AND a bunch of wonderful friends came to watch. I am a lucky lady.
In case you were concerned that I had gone a full 24 hours without embarrassing myself, fear not: I popped into Starbucks before the show and ordered a grande 'London Fog' without thinking. The baristas were confused to the highest degree and had no idea what I was trying to ask for. I think they thought I was a moronic North American overcome with the WHIMSY OF TRAVEL."Yes, do get me a crumpet, and a large serving of London Fog, with a side of Prince Harry... am I right, Harriet??" "Oh Charlotte, you are BAD. Look at that policeman's hat!" Yikes.
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