ThinkThought #25 : UBCimprov Shuts Your Dick

Have you ever found yourself in a groove; one that may be tolerable, yes, but incessantly monotonous and menial. It's the same ol' same ol', and while the same ol' gets you through each day with some sort of sense of subdued satisfaction, it doesn't necessarily put that bounce in your step or that pound in your proverbial pump.

And then, when you think that you have finally entered the "real world", resolved to the notion of a tedious existence for the next sixty to seventy years (toes crossed), you get reminded that there are more people and more experiences out there for you to encounter, and that it's not yet time to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. In fact, the previews haven't even started. Instead, Marc "Technology Douche" Saltzman is still trying to convince everyone in the theatre to pick up the latest digital picture frame that can also play MPEG-4 video AND has a nightlight attached to it for improved convenience (customize it with a stylish skincase!). You're a dumbass, Marc Saltzman, and no one is going to buy your digital picture frame. Not even if you can customize it with a Hello Kitty skincase.

This past weekend, I found myself crossing the expanse of lapping salty blue delight towards Gambier Island, home to the (New!) Camp Fircom, ecological ideals, and the attractive and yet entirely unattainable camp director. With me were thirty odd UBCimprovisers, each bringing with them a backpack full of clothes, food, enough alcohol to drown a pygmy, and a boiling sense of excited anticipation. And while most of what happens at the #UBCiretreat stays at the #UBCiretreat (that's called mixing social media)(and trust me, you don't need to know the extent of the expletives explored ["ROY G BIV! You f*cking rainbow..."]), as a whole, it was this weekend, as I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning with a few dozen people, some I knew, but most I was meeting for the first time, that I realized there is much, much more to life than an eight hour shift at a corporate drugstore, or learning about the theory of post-modernism as it applies to ancient gender roles in Anthropology (who knew?). The things that matter more are the conversations you share with the people you have so much in common with, and the humor that evolves from this. Where else would I have seen a pod of orcas swim past the point, the saddest on-stage hand job in the world, had the longest and most intense game of taboo ever (FIELD BUTT SEX!), and enjoyed an entire 48 hours with over 30 like minded people and shared countless moments of delight. If you ever get the chance, I would urge you to do the same, because you'll realize the best your life is can always be better. And way, way funnier.

Thank's UBCimprov. Y'all are classy as shit.

And barring substantial extenuating circumstances, you should come to our first shows of the year! Tuesday, October 25th and Thursday, October 27th at Scarfe 100... only $3! That's way cheaper than paying for sex, and you'll probably have a way better time. Plus there won't be as much crying at the end.