I think I may have finally accepted that I am not funny. So many folk I work with are so quick, clever and witty. Not so I. Acknowledging that not all improv has to be humorous is rather liberating. Even so, I do watch those who are brilliantly funny and sigh with ill-concealed envy. The best thing I gained from tonight's experience: further story ideas for Marian and Robin.
So that's tonight out of the way. Tomorrow is singing (Wenches) and dance (the Galliard again... aaaaaaaah!). Thursday is my double rapier fight, and Friday and Saturday will see me in joust rehearsals once more.
Ah, well. I can sleep in October. Or January.