I want it bad... in my three holes..

Haven't posted much lately cause I've been a bit on the cranky side, and I'm telling you right now that I am no good at finding the funny when I'm cranky.

One thing I've been super excited about is Three Hole Punch. By now, you all know about my femme fatal group. It consists of three of the ladies that I started doing improv with circa 2002. Since then we've grown and learned the game together. We have a remarkable chemistry that is difficult to develop without years of personal of experience together. Trust me, we've nailed the personal experience.

Recently we were accepted into the Chicago Improv Festival. This submission was a big deal to us. We want to get some festivals under our belt and Chicago is certainly a big one. I did, however, made a huge ass of myself when it came to the whole acceptance process.

It went like this:

I submitted our group. It's like college applications. There are fee's, questions, and instead of an essay-a video.

We were told we would hear back about our status.

I received an email that read "Shannon, thank you for your submission to the CIF. Unfortunately we are unable to accept your group this year... blah blah blah."

Irate that they didn't fall in love with us I forward the message to the girls that read something along the lines of "Stupid butt head dumbfaces. Whatever. It's fine. Who cares?" and hit send.

No. No I didn't. Oh my God I did.

I sent it back to the producer of the festival. Realizing this about .2 seconds after I hit send I hastily sent an email back groveling over how sorry I was. I didn't really mean it. The CIF has been great. I completely understand...

I get an email back from said producer laughing it off and complimenting us on how good we seemed. He said he didn't really know why we didn't get in, we were certainly on the board for submissions to make it. There were just a lot of groups.

I was still mortified. There goes our chances next year.

Fast forward to two hours later.

I get an email from Mark Sutton. Mark Sutton is kind of an improv idol of Three Hole's. Back in 2003 during our Mission Improvable days, one of the first workshops we took were with Bassprov at the Annoyance.

Mark wrote "I'm sorry that there was some kind of mistake Shannon, but you guys are indeed accepted into the festival."

I would like to think that my insulting demeanor got us in.
That and our good looks.

So to my Chicago friends, we have a prime slot. We'll be performing at the Annoyance Theater Friday April 17th at Midnight. The party is also at the annoyance. So as my dear mentors told me back in the day (mainly Drex), "Come for the party and stay for the show."

Until then you can catch Three Hole this Saturday night at Umass, and in May during the Women in Comedy week.

See you there!