On Day 4, I went to 24 hour improv comedy marathon to support the Food Bank of Central & Eastern North Carolina.
Since those 24 hours of comedy are actually in a row, I went to bed last night in my nice warm bed with nice soft pillows, and these guys kept performing. When I woke up, they were still performing. So when realized early on that my plan for the day was foiled by poor planning, I uh... improvised. (See what I did there? Like with the improv... and you know, kind of like a callback or... because... let's just move on.)
I love the smell of comedy in the morning |
Every year during this project I always hit this point where I start to feel self-conscious about telling the world about the things I'm doing -- it feels a little too much like I'm blowing my own horn. But the fact is if I didn't feel accountable to this blog, and to those of you reading it, I wouldn't be out there looking for ideas. And even if I did, I might not follow through on them. Y'all keep me honest.
So this morning, as I was watching the performers up there on stage, pushing on through fatigue, not even halfway through their marathon, I started to notice them talking a lot about food. And I thought, "They have got to be hungry." So I stepped out, ran across the street to the Big M, and brought them back a big bag full of breakfast food.
They seemed very appreciative. And somehow, early on a Sunday morning, watching live comedy for an hour or more, I'm pretty sure I still got the better end of the deal.
UPDATE: Here's me on stage, courtesy of DSI's Facebook page.
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