During orientation the theater dept. did some crazy little "theater scavenger hunt" that a handful of people showed up to. So instead, Patty gave us a little tour which ended in D-house where IBTL was "rehearsing" (sitting around not focusing on making a list of games for the first show). And that's where I met... <3 Nels <3. Yes, 'tis true. I had a crush on Nels. The group stayed there for about a half hour, I think, talking about what we've done, what we want to do, etc. I realized they were all a kick-ass group and I wanted to be their friend (and in some cases, more than a friend, haha). As such I went to all the shows and found out they are hilarious.
When they invited the world to open Mondays I figured I'd go, watch, do a little more laughing, and maybe eventually take part in a scene later that year.
I arrived there a few minutes after they'd begun and the room was packed with people playing "Man Overboard" (extreme Simon Says). I had no clue how to play so I went to sit on the window bench and watch, figuring that I would just learn the rules next time around and play.
Nels would have none of that.
He grabbed me, dragged me to the group (in the middle of the game- please, imagine my panic!) and told/pushed me into the proper positions as Sara called them. I remember she called "Man Overboard", and Nels basically lifted me onto his back. If he hadn't, though, I probably wouldn't have done anything and thus be out because I'm all don't-pick-me-up-because-I'll-break-you-I'm-sorry, and that sweeping gesture sealed the deal. I loved Nels, I loved improv, and I've gone back every week since. I believe it was the second or third week when my gaydar was turned back on and I realized that Nels and I had a lot more in common than previously thought. But that just made me love him even more.
And then there was this kid, Brad, that I met early on and adored, and he and I started hanging out, and then we didn't, but now we do again. And in that course of time I also met lots of other people that I liked and liked me and life is beautiful.
Oh, yeah. And the words of encouragement from the Misfits have acted like glue. I'm sealed to the group, I fear.
Darn.
In writing all this, going back through the year, it made me realize how crazy unplanned life can be. It also reminded me of the astounding and surprising friendships I've made that I could never give up. My closest friends are the one's from improv and the immediate surroundings.
If I hadn't had a thing for Nels I probably wouldn't know any Misfits as well as I do now. If I wasn't so comfortable with them I wouldn't have met their friends. If I hadn't met Brad at improv I would never have met you, or Becky, or Gaby, or Trina (one led to the other). If I hadn't met them I wouldn't know Elise. If I hadn't met Gamer I wouldn't know Eric. If I hadn't met Swithin I wouldn't know Mookie or Adam. If I hadn't met Trina I wouldn't know Wetherbee. If I didn't know Nick I wouldn't have met Madeleine. A life without Madeleine is no life at all! Aw, I heart that chica.
If I hadn't met all these people, I might be trapped in the OBOC cult.
Wow. I owe Nels for being the catalyst of my freshman year... maybe even college. Crazy.
During orientation the theater dept. did some crazy little "theater scavenger hunt" that a handful of people showed up to. So instead, Patty gave us a little tour which ended in D-house where IBTL was "rehearsing" (sitting around not focusing on making a list of games for the first show). And that's where I met... <3 Nels <3. Yes, 'tis true. I had a crush on Nels. The group stayed there for about a half hour, I think, talking about what we've done, what we want to do, etc. I realized they were all a kick-ass group and I wanted to be their friend (and in some cases, more than a friend, haha). As such I went to all the shows and found out they are hilarious.
When they invited the world to open Mondays I figured I'd go, watch, do a little more laughing, and maybe eventually take part in a scene later that year.
I arrived there a few minutes after they'd begun and the room was packed with people playing "Man Overboard" (extreme Simon Says). I had no clue how to play so I went to sit on the window bench and watch, figuring that I would just learn the rules next time around and play.
Nels would have none of that.
He grabbed me, dragged me to the group (in the middle of the game- please, imagine my panic!) and told/pushed me into the proper positions as Sara called them. I remember she called "Man Overboard", and Nels basically lifted me onto his back. If he hadn't, though, I probably wouldn't have done anything and thus be out because I'm all don't-pick-me-up-because-I'll-break-you-I'm-sorry, and that sweeping gesture sealed the deal. I loved Nels, I loved improv, and I've gone back every week since. I believe it was the second or third week when my gaydar was turned back on and I realized that Nels and I had a lot more in common than previously thought. But that just made me love him even more.
And then there was this kid, Brad, that I met early on and adored, and he and I started hanging out, and then we didn't, but now we do again. And in that course of time I also met lots of other people that I liked and liked me and life is beautiful.
Oh, yeah. And the words of encouragement from the Misfits have acted like glue. I'm sealed to the group, I fear.
Darn.
In writing all this, going back through the year, it made me realize how crazy unplanned life can be. It also reminded me of the astounding and surprising friendships I've made that I could never give up. My closest friends are the one's from improv and the immediate surroundings.
If I hadn't had a thing for Nels I probably wouldn't know any Misfits as well as I do now. If I wasn't so comfortable with them I wouldn't have met their friends. If I hadn't met Brad at improv I would never have met you, or Becky, or Gaby, or Trina (one led to the other). If I hadn't met them I wouldn't know Elise. If I hadn't met Gamer I wouldn't know Eric. If I hadn't met Swithin I wouldn't know Mookie or Adam. If I hadn't met Trina I wouldn't know Wetherbee. If I didn't know Nick I wouldn't have met Madeleine. A life without Madeleine is no life at all! Aw, I heart that chica.
If I hadn't met all these people, I might be trapped in the OBOC cult.
Wow. I owe Nels for being the catalyst of my freshman year... maybe even college. Crazy.
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