Don't Spit the Water Photo Post

The three lovely contestants. The curly haired girl was enjoying her bachelorette party, and her friends were whooping it up all the way through.









Somehow I managed to catch a real-live spit! It's coming from the contestant, not from Bryan. I believe it was Nigel Knickers who inspired her to spew.









This girl stuck around for Blewtenanny afterwards and was a key part of the fun. Bryan talked to her and her friends between shows and they are all army buddies, so I say, drink, laugh, and be merry, soldiers!








The final showdown! Miss Blondie gave it up early, making Miss Curly Hair the triumphant winner (although she left her gift certificate prize behind somehow). Tammy Connors' "Madame Ovary," the '70's sex ed teacher, was a scream. How can you keep a straight face with a talking vagina puppet in your face?






Kristen Studard's "a cat" character must be seen to be believed. She is very persistent and would like for you to hold her bowl of cream while she dunks her entire mouth and nose into it, please. And yes, she coughs up hairballs and has a little kitty poop chute. Why wouldn't she?




All photos from Bryan's camera, on my Flickr account.

Go see Don't Spit the Water Saturday nights at the Playground Theater!

A Blewt Whirlyball Bonanza

It's a busy morning. I have lots of deadlines for work, and people from NBC and this comedy festival and that comedy festival keep calling, wanting to pick my brain about Chicago comedy. That's flattering, but dang, kids, Bella's got to pay the bills, too.

How about a couple of photo posts?

(P.S. I edited the Bonnie Hunt post to feature the picture of her and my brother with his face un-fuzzed.)

First, Whirlyball photos from Friday night. It's pretty amazing to watch a dozen fully grown people chase a little ball in little electric carts, screaming and trash-talking like there's a championship title at stake.

It's a Blewt throwdown! Big Dummy (with the hat) and Timekeeper Willis (brown t-shirt) face off in ridiculous little lawnmower-looking things.









Bryan tries to master the steering stick and the ball-chucking thing at the same time. He hit the wall a few times, which was enough to convince me not to play.









Tyler plays for real. He was blocking and passing with ferocity.










Bryan was very happy and tired when the last game was over, but there was still enough group enthusiasm for a round of laser tag.






All photos from Bryan's camera, on my Flickr account.