A Perfect Day

Spending all day doing improv with people I love.
Having a nice dinner with a friend with a lovely British accent in an noisy bar. Drinking a concoction called a "Flirtini" and talking, non-stop, about improv improv improv.
Sitting in the fourth row "Messing with a Friend" at the Annoyance Theatre and running into half my teammates.
Being greeted with a big "Hi Pam! I saw you in the audience!" and a hug by Susan.
Standing in the lobby, dissecting the show and shooting the shit with my friends while Mick Napier works the bar, surveying the crowd with shifty eyes.

Taking the train three stops with friends and walking in the perfect night air at midnight past Wrigley Field on my way home.

There are worse ways to spend a Thursday.

Blessed am I.