Lately I have been obsessed with improv comedy. Maybe it’s because I want to live vicariously through these comedians or I just enjoy what they come up with. Either way, I’m obsessed.
On my days off, I tend to go on YouTube for the better part of the day and just watch comedy videos. Sometimes I’ll look at the clock and realize I have been online for 4 hours. That’s when I know I have a problem. Despite my improv addiction, I was still able to get some school work done. Anyway, since my social calendar looked pretty bleak, I kept myself company with my old comedy buddies.
I used to watch “Whose Line is it Anyway?” when I was younger and I freaking loved it. The players were so witty and could make a dirty joke about anything. As a pre-teen, I didn’t really get most of the naughty jokes. When I re-watched the episodes when I was older, there were so many gems I wasn’t sure how they even got through the censor.
So when I saw this video, I almost peed my pants.
The cast that I grew up with was now older and wiser, and still making dirty jokes. The new cast members fed off the comedic energy and turned random phrases into comedy gold. Watching this video makes me want to hop on a flight to Las Vegas just so I can watch the show in person. I’d probably get really drunk and laugh at everything, though.
A few people on the cast aren’t as funny as I want them to be, but I’ll just skip the videos with them in it. Sometimes I re-watch the same episode over and over again and yet I still laugh. I probably sound crazy to my neighbors. I probably sound crazy to myself! I don’t really care. The older but wiser “Whose Line” cast is still freaking funny.
I don’t find anything wrong with watching these videos over and over on my days off and neglecting my homework because of it. The homework will get done but how will my funny bone get a workout?
Here’s a background feature for ya all:
Growing up is a weird thing. Here I was a 22 year old college graduate ready to embark on a new adventure. And I was scared out of my freaking mind.
Who was I kidding? I didn’t belong in the big city. I was born and raised in a small town just outside of Nashville, TN. Big cities freaked my parents out but I loved the feel of the cities. But did the big city love me, was the question.
As a fresh graduate from Vanderbilt University who studied journalism, I knew I wanted to pursue my Master’s degree. Where better to do that than Columbia University in New York City. I couldn’t believe I was accepted. When I got that letter in the mail I jumped around and did a happy dance right on the lawn. It was only mildly embarrassing since my cute neighbor didn’t catch me.
After the summer ended, I packed up what little I had (hey I’m a poor college kid!) in my worn Honda Civic and headed north. My parents saw me off but they didn’t want to travel with me because they had to work. I think it was because they have a fear of a big yellow cab running them over. Anyway, the drive there was pretty uneventful. Lots of trees, and more trees and the occasional cow, and then…more trees.
Driving into the city was the worst part, though. So much traffic! Holy crap I don’t know how anyone can drive in this place. I think I almost fell asleep while I was waiting for people to move. Finally I arrived at my apartment which is not too far from the campus. I have to say, unpacking is a lot easier when you have friends. Since I didn’t know a soul, it was just me lugging my boxes up three flights of stairs.
In that moment, I was so thankful I was poor and didn’t have a lot of stuff. As soon as my car was empty, my stomach gurgled to let me know it was dinner time. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 8 pm. My body was still on Central time, not that it made any difference to me. I could eat any time or any place. I headed up the block past throngs of people. Honks and chatter filled my ears as I hungrily scouted out a place to eat.
The city was way different than my little town in Tennessee. For one, there was actually a big selection of food places! My stomach turned in pleasure as I tried to make my decision. I finally settled on a Chinese place and sat down. I asked if they had any sweet tea but the waiter said they had unsweet and I could just sweeten it myself. A pang of homesickness washed over me. And from the lack of sweet tea, no less.
Moving to New York City is a big change but I’m getting used to it…and so is my stomach!
Ever been to the country side? Well, I am on one right now.
The funny thing is that today when I woke up and checked out, what did I see?
I saw a cow.
Apparently – I was told – these specific cows had been fed with some pieces of bread (bread eating cows, think about that!)through the window at some point during the summer. Now what does the cow think?
Well, maybe it does not think at all, but anyway there it will be again the next day at the same time, waiting for some more.
So. That’s it for today.
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