I've been taking an improv class at the UCB for the last eight weeks and tonight was our class-ending final show. About five minutes into the event I started getting nervous because I couldn't think of any initiations and I was just watching scenes go by (I was terrified I was having an off day on, of all days, show day). Then I stepped into a scene and from that point on it was like butter.
Forty-five minutes later I was so into it that I was surprised and upset at blackout—I was ready for another hour of work.
What I thought would be an off day turned out to be one of my funniest days in recent history. Lots of laughs and everyone did a really great job. The next-level class starts tomorrow and I'm anxiously waiting to get back to it, tapping my feet and talking too loudly in small rooms, excited and hungry for it.