Two years ago I would have never thought I would be performing with an improv troupe, getting up on stage in front of people.  The mention of the idea would have made my guts wrench.  But, here I am.

My stage fright is non-existent.  It took me a few months of classes before getting up on a stage and when it was time, I was ready.  I don't get clammy, I don't get gassy, I don't get pulsey.  It's amazing.

But there was still one thing that I wasn't ready to do, to get on camera.  On film, I mean.  Oh, I'm okay if our shows are being taped.  That doesn't bother me.  But to sit down in front of a camera and look into it and open my  mouth and say something?

Barf.
Double barf.
Barfing accompanied by lower intestinal distress.  Asspissing even.
A case of the P&Ps.  The pukes and the poops.

So at practice the other night someone comes up with the idea to take a video of us.  A New Years spot that would go out to people who care about us enough to watch a video.  An improvised listing of resolutions.  Not our real resolutions, of course.  But improvised resolutions.  Each one of us sitting in a chair in front of a video camera and rambling on and on for a couple minutes to get some stuff out that can be edited in to a short something and put out on You Tube and Facebook and junk.  And it just so happened that one of the guys had his FlipCam (is that what those things are called?  I'm such a techtard) in his car.

Of course, I was badly in need of a shower.  No make up, dirty hair, my favorite sweatshirt that has this way of making me look 6 months pregnant.  The way I roll on a Wednesday night.  Practice ain't no pageant, that's for sure.  And, I was going to be on tape.  Face to face with a camera
For what is probably the third time in my natural born life.
Trial by fire.

And you know what?  It wasn't bad.
I didn't poop. 
I didn't even throw up in my mouth a little bit.

I'm getting a handle on these things. 
It only took 34 years.

Progress, my friends.
I am progressing.




Here is the You Tube link