So...
as it turns out, I don't suck at improv. I'm not some godsend, but I'm doin ok. I'm kinda an unofficial captain, because i was/am the one pushing for stuff. Gord says we can compete... next year. Fuck. It's too late for me.
Bob Dylan. Bob Fucking Dylan. And the Foo Fighters. I can't believe I was allowed to go. It was so great. And then Wicked the next day... It's all just been a blur... But I love that feeling. The emotionally charged I-can-do-anything feeling. Even if I get all sad when the high goes away and i realize i cant do all those things.
But I can. Because Maybe I'm just that good.
Bob Dylan. Bob Fucking Dylan. And the Foo Fighters. I can't believe I was allowed to go. It was so great. And then Wicked the next day... It's all just been a blur... But I love that feeling. The emotionally charged I-can-do-anything feeling. Even if I get all sad when the high goes away and i realize i cant do all those things.
But I can. Because Maybe I'm just that good.