Tuesday night saw us attending the official beginning of the Catch 23.
The 8 o’clock show was a cage match between to local teams. (Not part of the festival) The highlight was the 2nd team : a quartet of young ladies who call themselves LadyStache. I wanted to believe that it was a clever new way to describe a style of female pubic hair grooming. It was however as literal as it sounds. A lady with a moustache.
At 10pm the c23 began with a Big Stupid. All the improvisors’ names were thrown into a hat and drawn at random to do scenes together. In the first scene I somehow managed to make up some ridiculous poem. It was about blueberries, bluebirds, and clowns. Only 4 lines, but it did rhyme. In the 2nd half, I was fortunate enough to play a southern gentleman who had to choose between his loving wife and the blind negro boy he took in. When faced with life choices like this there is really only one choice to make. Shoot the boy and go make love with your wife in the hayfield. Right?

Wednesday was our day off. It was also the first official match and showcase of the c23. The day began with a tour of the venue and a bit of tech. Julie told us about how a lot of the storefronts are taking down the c23 posters because they are too gruesome.

I don’t see it. When we got to the venue, in the Distillery, A gorgeous part of town, Kurt mentioned that of the 300 posters he put up in the area, only a handful remained up.
We decided to drive north to CasinoRama and race back to caatch the show. I spent about an hour at the blackjack table enjoying the rollercoaster ride of wins and losses. When the lugnut at the end of the table making all the bonehead plays finally left, we began seeing a return on our investment. I quickly raised my minimum 15 dollar bets to 25. And when I was feeling especially lucky 50. The exciting turn came when I played two hands at once every now and again. At the end of about an hour, I found myself even stevens after a couple lost hands. I did what any gambler would do, take those 200 dollars and split it between 2 hands. In it to win it (or lose it). After the deal I had 2 20s(sorry, no blackjacks) but it was enough to beat the dealer making me double up. I walked away ahead and kicked it while Matt and Adam hit the poker table.
We made it back a little late, but worth it. I am thankful that I don’t live too near a casino.

I found something yesterday I haven’t had in almost 2 years :

So I know what I will be drinking as much of as I can while I am here.

Also, we still have no nail clippers.