After a long night and an even longer morning, I have arrived in Vancouver. Why am I here? The Vancouver Improv Festival that’s why. I got to catch an 8:45 am flight straight here. I was fortunate enough to have the whole row of seats to myself. So I really have nothing of note to report. Amber, on the other hand, flew in after me and had these two lovely experiences… On the first leg of her flight, she was sandwiched between a woman with a baby and a man with a cat. Then, after her second leg, when she got to Vancouver and went to claim her baggage, she noticed all of her underwear was strewn about the carousel. Including a brand new bra now complete with tire tracks.
That must have been a sight. There’ll be exciting workshops and shows all week long. After the fest, I get a day or two to rest and then off to Edmonton. After an 11 day tournament I head home for a day of rest before heading to a festival in Providence. Before I know it, it will be July. Huzzah!