3rd
Open House Random Thoughts
Thanks to friends, old and new alike, for coming by our open house today. It was nice to have such a large turnout, and it was pretty special watching Marc lead people through the first class on our new stage.
Just like when I move into a new home, an instinct kicks in such that I have to clean everything. I want my germs here, not someone else’s. Scrub, sneeze, repeat. Yo, that kitchen is something filthy. Are we the only improv theatre with an oven? Scratch that: two ovens? Somethin’s cookin’ at Montreal Improv. No literally.
The colour of the walls is subject to some debate. I think most theatres are painted black because people are afraid of mistakes. But… we do improv, right? Shouldn’t we paint the walls a multitude of colours, and justify later?
The noise from Club Tokyo does not penetrate our walls; the noise from Spanish fútbol fans does.
If you feel like giving us a hand doing some painting tomorrow, drop us a note. Colours tbd.
Thanks again!
—beej
