Day 105.76 - Saunas and Improv Comedy

Uncle Geoff came over to assist the wife with all things children and dogs over the weekend while I was on my "mancation" in Hamilton. 


The undoubted highlight of aforementioned mancation was the Raglan Backpackers. The backpackers only luxury is a sauna. The boys noticed this as we walked passed four European girls in bikinis sweating gracefully in the sauna. While the boys found this aesthetically pleasing, it only served to remind us how old and useless we really are. 


We waved politely and carried on. But only after Bazza had extracted Scott's face from the glass door. 


But I digress. Uncle Geoff is stalwart of the local improvised comedy scene (" improv"). Now I like Uncle Geoff because he is proudly hirsute and brings me craft beers. But I can't stand improv or its ilk. I get terribly embarrassed for the performers when their improv just isn't funny. This is most of the time. 


However, there is one redeeming feature of improv. 


Cast your mind back to all the weirdos, socially inept loners and dropkicks back in high school. These were the kids that made high school bearable because you were at least one social strata above this painful mob.  


Amazingly, these people grew into adulthood. Then they found each other within improv - an odd collection of fruit loops and ex dragon masters. But within the improv scene, they are Kings among geeks. Its lovely really, but ultimately makes for excruciating improv shows.