Completed 5 improv shows in 3 days. Today, I spent the day in a strange daze, shivery, complacent, peaceful, tired. Josh made coffee and raspberry pancakes for breakfast. I ate Trader Joe’s sandwich cookies for lunch. The sun shone.

Last night’s audience was entirely, completely, cosmically, opposite of the friday night audience of mean debauchery. They loved us. They sang, they called out, they roared. At the end of Theatersports several people rose to their feet and cheered during the first standing ovation I’ve ever seen for an improv show. After the performance I received more high fives in 10 minutes then I’ve probably ever received in my life (and that includes 2 years of indoor soccer as a kid). One teenager gave me a high five while holding a hand warmer. People streamed out of the theater beaming as if their lives had been changed. Multiple people shook my hand, ‘congratulations, what a great show, you’re amazing.” My head was going to explode! A foreign kid with a cleft lip and a thick accent hovered around me, “I was secretly rooting for you,” he revealed. “It might have to do with the fact that we share the first three letters in our first name.” I tried guessing his name, “Mark? Marcus?” Shyly he revealed, “Mario.” I was surprised since he didn’t look Italian at all but congratulated him on his cool name. “You were in the first improv show I ever saw,” he said, eyes glowing. I realized I had better detach myself or risk breaking his heart. “Well, that’s great,” I said genuinely. “I’ll see you at the next show.” He smiled after me, “I’ll hold you to that!” I felt like a celebrity….at least in Mario’s world.