Marvelous Improv Comedy Show
Saturday, February 5, 2011 by Amy
So, clay class is a thing of the past. I lied to Riley and told her that I could get my money back LOL. Poor thing was so willing to trudge on through a sub-standard program rather than having me waste money. So cute. I need to pick up their clay creations at some point.
Riley absolutely adores the improv group. The sucky thing is, they have a no parents policy. No parents at all. Which means no pictures. At all. Until the end-of-session performance. They even have black curtains covering the windows in the door to the stage. Top secret stuff. I guess stage parents are fierce, so I applaud their efforts, although I am dying to see Riley in action.
She had improv group at 9:30 this morning, and Rudi and I (and a moping Avery who does not like being out-of-doors) walked around the arts district in Portland while she was there. I love that "city." Maybe on Monday I will drop off Riley and walk around by myself without kill-joy Avery. We had coffee and an early lunch at the Public Market. The soup joint is called Kamasouptra LOL. Cool vibe there.
The Children's Theatre is putting on James and the Giant Peach right now. Which we happen to be reading currently. Again. Anyway, Riley was all excited because she wanted to be in the play. I had to break the news to her that it's already in performance, so try-outs are over. I swear, drama kids annoy the *bleep* out of me, so I hope I don't end up with one. (No theater people read this blog, right? Who am I kidding, only two or three people read this blog! Duh!) There is a really annoying older girl in her improv group. A "theater" kid. Ugh. The five minutes I spent in her presence were excruciating.
Okay, I'll admit it. I'm irritable lately. Really combative for some reason. So, I will cut this blog short before I launch into some offensive tirade on something-or-another.
Riley absolutely adores the improv group. The sucky thing is, they have a no parents policy. No parents at all. Which means no pictures. At all. Until the end-of-session performance. They even have black curtains covering the windows in the door to the stage. Top secret stuff. I guess stage parents are fierce, so I applaud their efforts, although I am dying to see Riley in action.
She had improv group at 9:30 this morning, and Rudi and I (and a moping Avery who does not like being out-of-doors) walked around the arts district in Portland while she was there. I love that "city." Maybe on Monday I will drop off Riley and walk around by myself without kill-joy Avery. We had coffee and an early lunch at the Public Market. The soup joint is called Kamasouptra LOL. Cool vibe there.
The Children's Theatre is putting on James and the Giant Peach right now. Which we happen to be reading currently. Again. Anyway, Riley was all excited because she wanted to be in the play. I had to break the news to her that it's already in performance, so try-outs are over. I swear, drama kids annoy the *bleep* out of me, so I hope I don't end up with one. (No theater people read this blog, right? Who am I kidding, only two or three people read this blog! Duh!) There is a really annoying older girl in her improv group. A "theater" kid. Ugh. The five minutes I spent in her presence were excruciating.
Okay, I'll admit it. I'm irritable lately. Really combative for some reason. So, I will cut this blog short before I launch into some offensive tirade on something-or-another.
