This, in my opinion, is crap.
Today I made some very bad choices.
But first - background:
Stand-up comedy is by far a male dominated field. Having played in that particular testosterone filled sand box for the past five years - I was prepared to experience the same gender breakdown at Second City. Instead I discovered that the majority of the class was made up of women.
Really young women.
I discovered that I am by FAR the eldest person in the class by at least a decade. Bless the hearts of my classmates. They treated me with such deference - like the decrepit dinosaur I am.
Here is the BAD choice part -
I decided to prove that I am not old and feeble so during one scene I decided to slide onto the industrial carpeted floor. I FORGOT (must be my senility) that I was wearing shorts. I gave myself a lovely rug burn. In hindsight, It wasn't all that bad because I was able to teach my classmates two important things about me.
1. I am not above flopping on the floor to make good comedy.
2. I am not above swearing creatively when I give myself an oozing rug burn across my knee.
Tomorrow I will limp back to class with a new sense of purpose and long pants. Maybe I will wear Mom Jeans.