Another Saturday at The Office

Yep, it's time for some improvisational fun and games. The venue is a full-service restaurant, so you can have dinner before the show and buy me drinks afterward, if so inclined.

Improvisation Inundation
Saturday Sept. 27 @ 8 p.m.
The Office (http://theofficeoc.com/)
2106 North Tustin, Santa Ana
714-843-0943 – reservations highly recommended
Admisssion: $10. I have a limited supply of 2-for-1 tickets available on a first-come-first-serve basis.

Cheers,
Keith

Opening the Vaults

Hey, kids, maybe you've wondered what Keith was doing when he was your age. Maybe you've wondered if Keith was ever your age. Maybe you've wondered when Keith started referring to himself in the third person. Well, some old footage is now available on the Internet that won't actually answer any of those questions. I'm not sure where I was going with this.

The Return of the Monologue From Hell

What are these words I hear coming from my throat against my will? What horror has been unleashed? The first time I had to do a prepared comic monologue as part of an audition, it didn't go over so well. I was trying out for a part in a holiday production at a theater that, although small and tucked away in a nondescript office park, manages to get a lot of awards and recognitions from local media. Unfortunately, the only comic monologue I had ready was one dealing with anger and disappointment and sex - mostly sex - and probably wasn't what the director wanted to hear. Frankly, I wasn't that thrilled with it myself. When I finished, the director flatly said, "Thank you," which I mentally translated as, "Please leave and don't come back." But I came back this year, determined to correct the mistakes of the past, to audition for a brand-new holiday production. I took center stage, stood tall, and begin speaking - the same damn monologue. It wasn't what I had planned; I had chosen a nice, lighthearted one for the occasion, but somehow the first accursed line just popped out. I felt powerless to stop or turn back, so went on, in horror, to the bloody end. Somehow I got a callback. Perhaps the curse was broken? But no, it seems I haven't been cast. Isn't that just like a curse, to make you think you've escaped, and then bam, it gets you after all.