I suck.

Okay, I can't figure out how to do pictures correctly. Email me if you know how to make them not the size of the ship. Sorry they are so huge.

Even without pictures, I can tell you that Steve and I are doing great and love it. Here, Steve, do you want to say something?

Steve:
Sure. It was rainy today and I slipped on the deck and rolled my ankle. I have until Thursday (first show) to recover. The hot-tub was nice. Tomorrow we'll be in San Juan but we won't see much of it because we'll be in rehearsal.
A little six-year old girl came up to me at the buffet tonight, looked at me for a moment, studying, and then said, "You're a kid, right?" Yes. Yes I am.

Thanks, Steve! Steve's ankle will be fine, so if you are reading this Mrs. Waltien, don't worry.

We are rehearsing a few hours a day, and I have to say the ship moves a lot more than I expected. Not that I'm puking or anything, but being on that stage while there are some solid winds is pretty ridiculous. However, can I really complain? I work 5 hours a week doing comedy around the world. I don't care if I fall of the stage and bust up my ankle. Oops. Too soon, Steve?

Miss and Love you all.

Wendesday, February 28, 2007

Tonight was my last show with my improv team, Carl and the Passions. It was fantastic. Our suggestion was "teardrop" which is very fitting for my last night with my crew. The show was a great group effort, and it made me so sad to leave them but also reminded me what will be waiting for me when I get back.

After the show, we went for drinks at Blarney Stone, the unofficial Carl and the Passions hang out. Steve was there of course, as was John, my friend from NYC, who plays on our team when he is not being fantastic in NYC. Thanks to the Passions for flying him in as a goodbye present. Or, at least lying to me and saying that you flew him because I was leaving.