What We Do After Shows

So maybe you're curious about what the Comedy Project does after our Friday night show. I'm going to work on that assumption since you clicked on the link for this blog. Since the show gets out anywhere from 11:30 to midnight, you might suspect that the answer is "sleep." And you're right.

Blog over.

Well, okay, sure we sleep. But more often than not, before that happens, we all hang out together for a little bit. And one of the things we do when we have a post-show get-together (besides hyphenating things) is play a game of hypotheticals. That is, one of us (actually, a lot of the time it's me) will ask a hypothetical question of the group. In the past, it's been things like a choice between two superpowers or what famous dead personage we would like to be. I'll talk a little bit about Friday night's game as a case study. Also, hypotheticals make good party conversation, so blah blah something for you to take away.

First, the hypothetical scenario I posited for Friday's game: you are a god. Through a series of hypothetical questions, we came to see just what kind of deity each of us would be.

The first question dealt with decor. Gods have dominions, places of power (see Mount Olympus, Asgard, etc.). One of the most evocative symbols of power is the throne, so, if you were a god, I asked, what would your throne be made out of?

Drew went with a defining choice: baby skulls. You gotta respect that. Not only are they baby skulls, but tears silently leak from their eye sockets when he squeezes them. This is a classy choice. Jordan went in a (marginally) more practical direction: his throne was made out of everlasting cheesecake. A solid way to go if you like snacking. Kelsey's throne was a bit more esoteric--it was made out of an aquarium, basically, with fish swimming around in it, but the material had the consistency of memory foam. Nice to sit on and pretty to look at. John went all metaphysical (and badass) with a throne made of nightmares. Thomas' throne was all Old Testament-y, being composed of fire. One of our friends, Tamara, just sat on her friend Totoro.

Deities, of course, are more than what they sit on, so we couldn't leave it there. We defined our hypothetical gods' miracles, smitings, angels, their talismans and their divine methods of transportations. All of this hypothetical god-making has led me to only one irretrievable conclusion: we would be terrible, terrible gods. And I don't mean God of the Israelites, sending-down-plagues terrible, as in wrathful and mighty. I mean just awful. I hope to God we're not a pantheon to some benighted people in another universe.