Comedy Shows, Improvs, and thinngs such as that freak me out. Why? You may ask?

Simple. Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, way back in the sorority days, there was a 'date party' planned. The destination: Some comedy club in Fort Worth. So we found our dates, made our baskets, invited the dates (and of course they accepted), and off we trotted.

We get there, we sit, I was sandwiched between my date, who we will henceforth refer to as Kake, and Junes date who will henceforth be referred to as Goat.

Kake and Goat were members of a Fraternity which shall remain nameless, this particular frat happened to be our favorite pond to fish in for delightful distractions. (Which, by the way, it is just a very bad idea to date out of the same sespool incessantly. But that is neither here nor there. Just a little piece of advice)

So, there we sit. And there the comedians go. And what's that? They want an audience member? Who do they pick? Yes. That is right, me.

I am not usually shy, but these fucks at the comedy club begin asking me questions of who I am with, my past relationship, why we broke up, etc. I chose not to answer. But June being the fantastic friend that she is, answered for me. They proceed to drag me out on stage and I am forced to partake in this improvisational "fun." All in front of Kake. Who, in turn, went back to his frat and shared the story with everyone. And everyone, in turn, began asking me about this "fun" experience.

It was Heinous. Horrible. Hideous.

That being said, I will be frequenting a comedy club this evening. Wish me luck.  ¶ 9:36 AM