Representation Through Improvisation (2/18)

It smelled like old wood, spilled beer and house coke, about the same for most bars in washington dc. The revelation gives me pause. Is there some sort of scent that bars purchase that makes them all smell the same? Having been to exactly five bars in my life, I wonder at this as the rest of the audience files in, drinks in hand.

Improv has descended upon The Wonderland Ballroom in Washington. And, as always, the room is packed. “Ladies and gentlemen” the host, Patrick Palafox announces, clad in a dark suit and a powdered wig of Thomas Jefferson proportions. “The show will begin in ten minutes, please have a drink, get drunk. Get so drunk that you forget your credit card and have to pick it up in the morning.”

“Yes,” the audience responds. “Challenge accepted.” Read more