Improv class #3: Valley Girl in space!
I had a chance to do this yesterday, but chose to read instead. Forgive me.
Class got off to a good start. One of the little girls in the class before us jumped out the door, so we all jumped through the door when we entered. :)
Toss the ball, toss the ball. We went with a beach ball today, which made me happy. After last week, I'd wanted a bigger ball. Yay.
Paul had us get up on stage and pretend to eat something. I was paired with Wayne first. I ate a peach, and mom thought Wayne had a slice of watermelon. I'm not sure, because I thought he had something similar to me! Regardless, Paul and mom said he looked jealous of what I had. :) Then I was paired with mom, who went with an ice cream cone. It was funny to watch her tongue poke out to lick it. I went with food from KFC, and pretended to have a bucket of chicken first. Mom somehow thought I had an ice cream cone, too (it was a drumstick), so...she licked my chicken! Ew! That one got tossed over my shoulder and I grabbed a different piece.
The next exercise involved two people in a "where." Mom and Wayne went to the movies...or maybe that was still the previous exercise. They were eating popcorn and drinking soda. Well, anyway, Wayne and I went to a rock concert, and Wayne kept looking at me like I was nuts. So I thought the lead singer was hot and kept screaming at him, and so I pulled out my lighter, and so I made him do the wave. It was fun. (I should mention that there was no actual screaming; a lot of these exercises are silent.) Then mom joined us and we went to the symphony. Again, wrong place to take me! I conducted along, I imitated the musicians, I got out the opera glasses and nitpicked the bowing of the violins. Hee hee hee!
We separately got on stage and a second person had to do something to determine who the first person was. Confused? Yeah, it was sort of strange. First Wayne went up and sat down. Mom's immediate thought was that he was Santa Claus, but didn't think it would be appropriate to go and sit on his lap! Nice, mom. I got the idea that I would be a dog walker, so I started on the far side of the room and pretended to walk a couple dogs, one of which was Wayne's and was a pain in the rear. Then I was on stage and mom came over and had me check her glasses--she had to whisper, don't actually do anything! I'm like, mom, I don't really have tools here. Duh. Okay, maybe I was on acid or something...because I think this was the point where mom was on stage and Wayne came over with soda and popcorn to watch the movie. *rolls eyes* Okay, next week maybe I'll write about class on the same day it happened. :P~~~
We got to go on stage and start an activity and have the others join us. Mom went roller skating, which was fun, except that Wayne brought a hockey stick and was chasing us around. Then, Wayne was next. We saw him putting on gloves and some sort of hat or helmet, and after the hockey stick thing, mom went, "He's a mass murderer!" We were in stitches, but Wayne hadn't heard us, so we had to explain it to him when we finished. He was actually playing tennis. Mom was the first to join in, and after the first set I called out as if I was the line judge. Ha, too funny, except Paul wanted me on stage, and Wayne wanted me to be mom's doubles partner. (We lost.) My turn. I went with building a brick wall. Okay, not so good--they couldn't figure out what I was doing. Hey, I had to come up with something in three seconds; that's all I thought of.
Paul wanted us to do something involving all three of us; we decided to move a sleeper sofa. We actually didn't do too much of that, but we made it as realistic as we could.
Finally, we went back to the space shuttle. That was a lot of fun last week, and Paul wanted to do some more of it, with a twist: We changed positions within the craft. Mom was now the shuttle commander, Wayne was the copilot/navigator, and I was "expendable"--I think we termed me the intern. Basically, I was this pain in the ass valley girl whose daddy ran NASA, and that's how I got on the shuttle. Mom was really uncomfortable as commander. She is not any sort of a leader--but that's exactly *why* Paul put her there. She ended up doing okay, but got held up by wanting to use technical jargon but not knowing any. Paul said it was okay to use gibberish if needed--as long as you sound like you know what you're doing, we'll believe it. I was being as annoying as humanly possible, to the point that even Paul wanted to slap me upside the head! It was totally fun, like ohmigod--dude, is that the earth? Cool! It was fun to watch mom and Wayne give each other these looks, like, can't we shove her out the cargo bay doors and leave her out there? Sorry, daddy, there was an accident in space... At one point I mentioned something about a dog being on board, even asking, "Is he an experiment?" Mom and Wayne shrugged it off, saying, "There's no dog on board...what, did you bring a dog?" That was the one thing Paul mentioned as not so good--it was fine for me to have brought it up, but they should have gone further with it and played along. Okay, I lied; Paul also mentioned that this week we weren't as "weightless" when we did stuff. Last week we explored the ship and looked out windows and oohed and aahed; this week, not so much. It gave us stuff to think about for next week, where presumably we'll switch parts again, meaning I'll get to be commander. Woo-hoo!
Class got off to a good start. One of the little girls in the class before us jumped out the door, so we all jumped through the door when we entered. :)
Toss the ball, toss the ball. We went with a beach ball today, which made me happy. After last week, I'd wanted a bigger ball. Yay.
Paul had us get up on stage and pretend to eat something. I was paired with Wayne first. I ate a peach, and mom thought Wayne had a slice of watermelon. I'm not sure, because I thought he had something similar to me! Regardless, Paul and mom said he looked jealous of what I had. :) Then I was paired with mom, who went with an ice cream cone. It was funny to watch her tongue poke out to lick it. I went with food from KFC, and pretended to have a bucket of chicken first. Mom somehow thought I had an ice cream cone, too (it was a drumstick), so...she licked my chicken! Ew! That one got tossed over my shoulder and I grabbed a different piece.
The next exercise involved two people in a "where." Mom and Wayne went to the movies...or maybe that was still the previous exercise. They were eating popcorn and drinking soda. Well, anyway, Wayne and I went to a rock concert, and Wayne kept looking at me like I was nuts. So I thought the lead singer was hot and kept screaming at him, and so I pulled out my lighter, and so I made him do the wave. It was fun. (I should mention that there was no actual screaming; a lot of these exercises are silent.) Then mom joined us and we went to the symphony. Again, wrong place to take me! I conducted along, I imitated the musicians, I got out the opera glasses and nitpicked the bowing of the violins. Hee hee hee!
We separately got on stage and a second person had to do something to determine who the first person was. Confused? Yeah, it was sort of strange. First Wayne went up and sat down. Mom's immediate thought was that he was Santa Claus, but didn't think it would be appropriate to go and sit on his lap! Nice, mom. I got the idea that I would be a dog walker, so I started on the far side of the room and pretended to walk a couple dogs, one of which was Wayne's and was a pain in the rear. Then I was on stage and mom came over and had me check her glasses--she had to whisper, don't actually do anything! I'm like, mom, I don't really have tools here. Duh. Okay, maybe I was on acid or something...because I think this was the point where mom was on stage and Wayne came over with soda and popcorn to watch the movie. *rolls eyes* Okay, next week maybe I'll write about class on the same day it happened. :P~~~
We got to go on stage and start an activity and have the others join us. Mom went roller skating, which was fun, except that Wayne brought a hockey stick and was chasing us around. Then, Wayne was next. We saw him putting on gloves and some sort of hat or helmet, and after the hockey stick thing, mom went, "He's a mass murderer!" We were in stitches, but Wayne hadn't heard us, so we had to explain it to him when we finished. He was actually playing tennis. Mom was the first to join in, and after the first set I called out as if I was the line judge. Ha, too funny, except Paul wanted me on stage, and Wayne wanted me to be mom's doubles partner. (We lost.) My turn. I went with building a brick wall. Okay, not so good--they couldn't figure out what I was doing. Hey, I had to come up with something in three seconds; that's all I thought of.
Paul wanted us to do something involving all three of us; we decided to move a sleeper sofa. We actually didn't do too much of that, but we made it as realistic as we could.
Finally, we went back to the space shuttle. That was a lot of fun last week, and Paul wanted to do some more of it, with a twist: We changed positions within the craft. Mom was now the shuttle commander, Wayne was the copilot/navigator, and I was "expendable"--I think we termed me the intern. Basically, I was this pain in the ass valley girl whose daddy ran NASA, and that's how I got on the shuttle. Mom was really uncomfortable as commander. She is not any sort of a leader--but that's exactly *why* Paul put her there. She ended up doing okay, but got held up by wanting to use technical jargon but not knowing any. Paul said it was okay to use gibberish if needed--as long as you sound like you know what you're doing, we'll believe it. I was being as annoying as humanly possible, to the point that even Paul wanted to slap me upside the head! It was totally fun, like ohmigod--dude, is that the earth? Cool! It was fun to watch mom and Wayne give each other these looks, like, can't we shove her out the cargo bay doors and leave her out there? Sorry, daddy, there was an accident in space... At one point I mentioned something about a dog being on board, even asking, "Is he an experiment?" Mom and Wayne shrugged it off, saying, "There's no dog on board...what, did you bring a dog?" That was the one thing Paul mentioned as not so good--it was fine for me to have brought it up, but they should have gone further with it and played along. Okay, I lied; Paul also mentioned that this week we weren't as "weightless" when we did stuff. Last week we explored the ship and looked out windows and oohed and aahed; this week, not so much. It gave us stuff to think about for next week, where presumably we'll switch parts again, meaning I'll get to be commander. Woo-hoo!