Getting Dirty

This weekend was spent at the Dirty South Improv Festival.

In the words of Rayanne Graff, "I had a time." It was a hard decision to attend this festival, as I would be missing two of Caveat's performances. But, in then end I knew I would have to go down to the Dirty and represent. This would be my last festival for while.

There's nothing quite like the community and energy of improv festivals. At DSIF I found myself in the company some of the smartest and most talented people I've ever met. This resulted in some of the best entertainment of the festival happening offstage - in bars, cars, after parties, hotel rooms, restaurants, and parking lots. I laughed hard and often.

I have to admit there was a cloud over the festival for me. With every laugh, every meaningful conversation, every hello and every good-bye, I became overtly aware of the fact that it would be a while before I would experience something like that again. This forced me to be present, really present and experience the festival as a participant and not a spectator. It forced me to listen and take everything and everyone in, and to let loose.

I left with amazing memories. Memories that I'll need to sustain me abroad. Thank you DSIF.