Hey! Today is the day when the Columbia improv group Fruit Paunch begins the grueling, college-defining, and wholly unnecessary feat known as the 24 Hour Show. That means that if at any time between 5 o'clock on May 8th and 5 o'clock on May 9th you want to see some good improv comedy (performed by people who may be either drunk, hungover, or suffering from heatstroke), you should go over to the grassy area on the right side of Low Library (on the Columbia campus, duh).
This is today, 5/8/09.
This will most likely be the qualitatively best hour of comedy during the entire 24 hours, as determined by science.
I was lying about science. That claim was entirely arbitrary.
This is tomorrow, 5/9/09.
At this point, a herd of almuni will descend upon the improv group. The alumni will have just seen Obsessed at the Magic Johnson Theater on 125th and most likely will be wasted. They will also be totally ready to improv.
At this point, only alumni will be improv-ing. Every time a current member of the group walks into a scene, they will be shot with an improv gun.
At this point, at least one alumni will be hooking up with a freshman. I'm looking at you, Caitlin.
If you are actually here at this point--as an audience member--you are a hero. If you are actually here at this point--as a member of the group--you deserve every shake and shiver.
Bagels and coffee would be a nice thing to bring 'round about now.
Despite a sense of rejuvenation, this hour will be inexplicably shitty, unless the group spends it team-shaving its hairiest member.
Rumor has it that legendary director Ang Lee might show up! He can almost speak the language!
Group president and graduating senior Colin Drummond has sworn to eat at least one of his fellow improv-ers during this hour.
IMPROV MUSICAL HOUR! (Kidding... maybe!)
Give yourselves a hand, kids. You did improv for 24 hours, and not even for like, charity or anything.