Theatresports - Improv

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A MUST-SEE!!!! Rated by Me. I went last night; June 14th, 8 p.m. Show.

When you first settle down in your seats, the Host (I did not catch his name - he talks wayyyyyyyyyyyy too fast) Introduces the rules and the fact that there is Audience judges and that the rest of the audience is free to boo or cheer the judge's rulings of score (1 - 5) Then the teams are introduced. But I can only remember one teams' name - Embarrassing WetSpot.

Alcohol is allowed into the facility. With signs posted 'Please return the glasses...' Not sure if anyone past me read same signs LOL

Here is an email I sent for feedback; (via the website stated above)

Hi, I just wanted to send feedback - I went to see the show Wednesday night on the 14th, of June. Okay my rating is HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA to infinity. My favorite team was Embarrassing Wetspot HAHAHAHA With their team being FANTASTIC My favorite person was, I believe his name was Randy??? He was dressed in white tshirt and khaki pants. He told me to shut up once but recovered after the break somewhat, and asked me a ton of questions about my first kiss. i,e. Ricky the redhead... Just in the retelling it was BAD but the improv was Warped but HILARIOUS. Oh I have a quick question - Randy single? HAHAHAHAHA A fan, I'll be back, I won more tickets, so I'm hooked NOW!!!!!! I am even blogging and linking to this site and telling the world that reads my blog (by accident) about my great fantastic fun I had last night. Overall, BRAVO guys! Oh and loved the soundeffects improv. The Drew Yoga one - ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my tummy still hurts from laffing over that one!!!!!

Yes that is some of the improv that was done last night - I was asked all about my first kiss i.e. How old were you, when you experienced your first kiss? OMG hahahaha 13. Where did it occur? A bike path. WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT? OMG It's already interesting. OUCH hahahahaaha What was the fellow's name, that you experienced your first kiss with? Ricky. What did he look like? A redhead. OH REALLY. Hahahahaha Yeah. (Redhead men are cute, I was thinking.) Did anyone witness the first kiss? Yes. WHO? My brother. OMG now this is getting warped, if not outright wierd. How would you describe Ricky in one word? Cute. How would you describe your brother, in one word? Spastic. SPASTIC? YOUR BROTHER? Yeah HAHAHAHAHA I couldn't talk anymore I was laffing so hard.

I realized how very bad, JUST in the telling of my first kiss was. But it went down like that. Further background; we had just moved from Winnipeg to a small prairie town - smaller than a suitcase. Believe me.

I cried for 3 days when we moved. Moved from the sanctuary of multitudes of cousins living nearby to knowing noone at all. Very traumatic to anyone, nevermind a 13 y.o. female.

On the 3rd day, I went for a bike ride and quickly found a bike path. Within this bike path, there was a redheaded boy. I zipped by him, barely glancing at him. ((Actually I was blinded by tears, and did not want him to see I was crying.)) Not cool.

When I could no longer see him, or him/me, I sat down and let the crying burst forth. I did not hear Ricky ride up, I was so busy crying.

"Why are you crying?" Ricky asked.

"Oh, what do you care?" Noone cared, for me, at that point. We had just moved away from everyone that loved me.

Ricky sat down beside me, on a very large rock I was sitting on. "I know what will fix your crying."

I was interested enough to look at him, directly, for the first time, seeing only friendly eyes, looking back at me.

Without another word, Ricky leaned forward and kissed me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was so surprised, shocked - That, yes, my tears immediately dried up and I kissed him back! Without thinking it over.

That began our kissing fest all through my High School years. I would go on and meet Ricky's sisters - Twins Chrissy and Cathy. Great fun and laughter. And whenever I would wander over to their house - Ricky would be hiding nearby, grab me and kiss me soundly, telling me how beautiful I was that day.

I would continue on my way to the house and noone but the two of us, the wiser. Or at dances, Ricky would be there, and sometime throughout the evening, he would find me and kiss me soundly. Or he would find me walking to somewhere, and ask me if anyone male had hurt his favorite female, in case he would have to punch them out. I would giggle and say no.

Ricky never asked me out, just was my Kissing teacher.

Never could figure out Ricky, beyond the point how VERY GOOD of a kisser he was. Cute, funny and caring. I would have married my Kissin' Ricky. But he never even asked me out. But kissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss WOW.

I would love to find my Ricky Hill again. My bright RedHead of my youth. He helped me meeting friends, in my newly hated town. He held my hand during a very tough transition, and listened that long day to a teary-eyed 13 y.o. girl cry the afternoon away, telling of her bad move, from everyone that loved her.

Then he smiled and kissed me once again, as we rode down the lane to meet his fantastic sisters that would definitely be my Best Friends!

Ricky Hill - if you are out there? Charlene misses you, and needs a Kiss about now. If by fluke, you read this - Reply Ricky Hill of Smalltown, Manitoba - WHERE ARE YOU NOW?