It takes true nerds to casually fall into playing improv games on a weekend night once video games had gotten old. Danica’s dad was on a business trip in Santa Fe, which was strange since he was unemployed, so we could use his apartment for as long as we wanted. Luckily, Danica’s dad was one of those conveniently oblivious dads who drank enough to have plenty of alcohol around – enough not to notice if a good amount was missing – but not so involved with drinking that he kept tabs on his booze. So we stood around in his kitchen, four very nerdy high school guys and a girl, drunk off our asses and improvising a scene wherein an employee had to explain to his boss why he was late.
“I was trying to get here but a pack of rabid hamsters attacked me….they tried to bowl me over with their balls…” We all cracked up at the word ‘balls.’ Mikey, the tardy employee had to figure out the reason he was late based on what we were miming to him. “And…my shirt was wet….no….I mean I was painting my shirt.” Gary and I were desperately trying to mime “dry cleaning” to no avail. Gary gestured that I should take off my shirt so we could better show Mikey “dry cleaning,” so I took off my shirt, and in my drunken stupor continued to take off my pants. We continued to mime “dry cleaning” by holding up the articles of clothing and treating them in whatever way it occurred to us dry cleaners might, applying chemicals here and there.