2400 miles.

that's how far we drove, ATL to YYZ and back. we took the short way home. the last evening of the catch 23 found us, the suits (misprinted as the two suits in rhode island), in the finals with instant theatre and neat squared.
we served up fun simple fare, but the scenes are timed in catch 23 to the tune of 23 total minutes for each team. before our final round we were informed we had 22 seconds left. was our team's head that far up our team's ass? so rene and i attempted an episode of knight rider in 22 seconds. i referred to him as david instead of michael, which i justified out of deference/reverence to hasselhoff over the knight-mare. the truth is, i never watched knight rider. instant theatre won and really deserved to win. their longform killed.
the space, by the way, was a professional black box at an old distillery called...the distillery. beautiful in every way, it made for some incredible improv, and will look fantastic when we get the DV edited. super special thanks to adam pinney for riding with us the whole way and shooting the shows.
best line(s) goes to graham wagner hosting: "welcome to the catch 23 finals. it's the monster truck rally of improv, only instead of trucks it's skinny white guys."
and not-hosting.
kurt: "imagine if the earth were bounced a billion times."
graham: "it was. that's why it's that size."