We DID it!

Science Museum go! Pick up Clarence, and be people trapped in a horrible situation. Learning that representatives from the actual Holocaust museum were in the last performance makes me suddenly nervous, and worried that I'm not portraying nervous and worried honestly. Clarence is awesome as my 'no other choice than to give into the hype' husband. I drive him to a laundrymat and head down 94. Next!

To the Workshop! We pile into Haynes' comfy truck - Brian and I share a seat belt. We arrive in Mankato, where we find a pretty old school and a pretty old stage. Line thru's over chicken sandwiches from HyVee commences.

We did it! Yeaa!!! Very lucky. The show felt really good, the improv felt really good, hopefully Mankato felt good. A very funny teenager after the show came up to me and said "I don't mean to criticize your work..." (bwwahahah) but let me know that the Quadratic equation is NOT a2 + b2 = c2 (that is actually rather the Pythagorian theorem). All of her friends nodded in agreement, and one of them actually rattled of the Quadratic equation. Teens of Mankato - - I salute you. You're totally right. This made me happy, and my math-teacher mother a tad ashamed.

Then, after making the poor choice of grabbing a cheeseburger at Uptown McDonalds (just cuz. poor choice.), to Gasthofs. There are bad nights at Gasthofs and there are good nights at Gasthofs. This was a killer diller and fine night - - I do love their mix of hard core polka followed up by a 12mid set of grindygrindy hip hop. It makes me laugh, it's dumb, there's people drinking out of boots, and it can't happen anywhere but here, truly. Our bartenders were awesome and wanted to chat. Drew and I shared something called a "Tie Me To a Bedpost", which is as questionable as it sounds, and made us feel like we were on a scary spring break in Cancun, rather than in the basement of a German restaurant in Minneapolis. This is where poor choices spring from, but luckily, as far as I know, poor choices were avoided. Yea! Success!

To home, to fall asleep to "Slings and Arrows", which is very very droll.

I am now boiling the veggies that they let me steal from the Mankato gig, hoping they become delicious soup, rather than bland veggie water. I slept in like nuts, and am a little sad to miss so much sunshine. I want to clean the house/buy groceries/exercise/get the dog a haircut/take Davey out to lunch all at the same time. Time to start.

Actually looking forward to Monday, but wishing I could spread Friday night, Saturday, today, and tomorrow out like a football field sized tapestry. Good days and upcoming and current days off (except for one class and one yoga class), I salute you too. (Actually, if I could have spread the time in Portland out too - - barring the times I was incapacitated - - that would be fine too.)

Onward.