Praise be to Dennis for handing me the giggles last night on-stage.  I got to giggling and he got to giggling and he giggles like my Daddy, which is this high pitched I-am-barely-catching-my-breath giggle, and it was a mess.  It was a blast.

Of course, then we got the lecture about being unprofessional on-stage.

I have much to say on this subject, but as is my custom this week, I’ll only regale you with stories that make me laugh.  Because I have chosen to laugh this week, rather than just spew the ire that I’m internalizing.

Back in the day of quality shows, we used to CONSTANTLY irk each other on-stage.  We would find ways to sneak prop gags in there, or switch out costumes.. there was a consistent fight to see who could overcome the giggles on-stage.  And, believe it or not, everyone was pretty damn good at it.

If there was a menu, book, or some other tableture of a prop, we’d sneak RAUNCHY porn in it.

If there was edible food served, we’d sprinkle chilli powder on it.

If there was a quick exit and return made by a cast-member, sure as hell, someone was mooning them.

But my favorite was IMP’s Big River.  OHMYGOODLORD, there were too many gags in there to even list.  There was the scene were Patrick and Jason were floating down the Missip on their raft, and eating fried chicken and drinkin’.  So, of course, there was extra hot sauce covering the chicken, and we had forgotten to refill their mugs.  Another night, same scene, someone snuck a fake match book on stage, so the whole scene that revolved around them lighting and enjoying their cee-gars had to be improv-ed, since they wouldn’t light.  And during the funeral scene, Patrick and I were right next to eachother, and it was a constant game to see who could make the other break character.  It was fantastic. 

Seconded only to them forgetting Pappy’s knife (same show), and Ron Harris saying, in all sincerity, “Come here, boy.. I’m gonna spoon you to death!”

I’m so ready for this to be over with.