Titillating Tuesdays

I started blogging--which has me loving Tuesdays, the funniest day of my week, 'cause I get to go to Wit and Writing for Women.

This is my comedy group, which is teaching me to be funny.

Not sure the teacher grasped what she was taking IN when she took us all ON. We're a big group, but you know what they say… the bigger the better…

I know from experience that each week we can't wait to come and roll around on stage. Once the dreaded Monday is over we spend Tuesday in a tizzy of titillated anticipation, excited for our next "let's make an ass of myself night," where we women get together rolling around with each other on stage, in the board room, laughing at ourselves and the things us girls do in front of one man and his video camera.

A few weeks ago some of the girls were getting ready for their first live stage performance. Eva coached them on their "happy endings", the finales to their bits of funniness performed for their kind audience of friends, family and loved ones. After all, who really cares to listen to us anyways? We're just a bunch of women, right? We can't be funny… can we…?

Our classes look something like this….

Eva, centre stage, mic in hand:

"Leave them laughing, while their bodies are full of happy hormones and chemicals." Our guru of comedy teaches us how to leave our final message, so our audience begs for more…more…more…

Eva teaches us everything, while Derek assists. Eva regularly makes an ass of her assistant. Derek takes it all IN really well.

As Eva's hand-gestures get all flustered groping her rolling hills, she explains how to make the audience enjoy themselves while watching us. "I am going to create a rhythm of UP and DOWN… UP and DOWN… with my audience." She's sliding her hands everywhere, "making sure they get a good feel for us."

She continues to articulate from her pretty, little mouth as she shares "my teacher, used to say I "suck". A heckle from the back of the room shouts "suck what?" Eva blushes, sticks a finger in her mouth and continues with our lessons.

"So with so many keeners in the room you are all sure to be funnier than the teacher." Sitting at the back I am more confused than ever… Isn't Eva the teacher now? Is she implying we all SUCK? Or is she just suggesting we are all funnier than her?

Eva and Derek roam the room, bending over each of us, words of wonder escaping their lips. Hands-on support, showing, teaching, guiding and directing… DOING by example… They're great at what they DO.

"Ready to share from our seated positions?" she squeals. As us wits start performing from our seats, our true self expression dripping from our mouths, Eva and Derek dissect, interject and stimulate us wits with our finales, creating within each of us the ability to give our audience members a perfect "happy ending."

Valentine's day was a perfect happy ending. Our teachers rocked, our girls killed and it's all on tape.

And best of all the audience left wanting more…

Kitty