My big sister Amy takes improv comedy classes at Second City in Chicago. She is funny and good at it1. Jenny and I saw her class perform a show on Saturday. It was funny, and she had a bad hand. Jenny is my fee-on-say. Second City is famous, because a pop there costs $2.75.
Jenny and I had dinner at Bennigan's2. We made fart jokes. The waitress was nervous. I had a corned beef sandwich.
Jenny and I went then to see the opera. It was "The Marriage of Figaro" by Mozart. We were early, so a man talked about Mozart3. Then we went to our seats. We were far away from the stage, but it's OK. The opera was neat4.
Then we went home.
1 She just finished the final level of improv classes, which culminates in a 35-40 minute show.
2 To the best of my knowledge, this is the last remaining Bennigan's in the free world, though perhaps one exists in the undiscovered jungles of New Guinea.
3 While I didn't catch his name, the lecturer who spoke before the performance was everything you'd expect an opera lecturer to be: he looked like this.
4 Opera is certainly much more interesting than I had anticipated, but that's natural since I only find high-brow things amusing. It's easy to become engrossed in the story, but it's just as easy to be engrossed in Mozart's music. Also, the overture gave me goosebumps. This version will not have that effect.
5 On Sunday, I got my taxes done.
2 months ago