Tuesday, November 29, 2005

i drive a fast plane

tonight after match game, i got to catch the end of buddy matt chapman's roast at iO. chapman is leaving for amsterdam tomorrow to work with film for boom chicago for a year. it's a great opportunity for him, but we'll miss him. love you, chaps.

sidebar: can the improv community stop having roasts? c'mon, 2004! a new friend of mine mentioned how girls would never do this to each other. it's an interesting point. i know that pam anderson had one, but there's no way she thought of that.

"that time you put your dong in that girl - she was like, hey, where is it?! and then you puked and i thought... well, you'd never looked better. you're a talentless, shit-eating heap."

does tagging "seriously, i'm gonna miss you, buddy" on the end of anything really work in average situations?

4 Comments:

Blogger Lindberg said...

I'll tell you something, there is NOTHING funnier to me than a roast. Problem is, no one ever does it right.

I think if you do it, it can't be a "hey, lets all show up and do whatever" it has to be a "show" type thing.

I will also miss Matt Chapman.

That is all...

10:57 AM  
Blogger tara d. said...

this is exactly my point. that you, eric lindberg, like roasts. there's something in me that likes roasts, too, but probably just for spectacle. i like the part about knowing someone so well that you have these great stories, stuff like that. but i don't like the uncomfortability.

there's gotta be a way to have both things, and for lack of better, it's just a funny marsvenus way of pulling someone's pigtails on the playground to show them you love them, instead of just having balls and saying - hey man, i love you. don't get me wrong, i like the attention given - i just wish it was more razzy and less mean.

signed,
lisa lampinelli

1:52 PM  
Blogger christine said...

I was roasted before our wedding (member tara...you were the unoffic. emcee.) I think, though, that girls are a little nicer to other roasted girls. But there was a lot of anxiety regarding "what are peops going to say?" and trying to "censor" some of the stories. But it was fun and I have to say, I do like roasts.

I was at a recent wedding and the best man was totally (during the toast) like "we were so worried....that one time....when you were with that hot chick and it was stupid sex.....but now that you found sandra we are all happy for you." it wasn't that word for word but totally refered to his former sex-filled life ON HIS WEDDING DAY. anyway, that is unequivocally not cool. and there was some "ahems" in te audience (we were all somewhat uncomf.)

7:17 PM  
Blogger tara d. said...

swartzkopf, that was no roast - that, that was a "toast". toast with light ribbing, that's what that was. it was fun. i guess we dodged some b-s because we were being cautious of gay-bombs here and there, but still... mostly, it was yearbook entries and ribbons. i get it though - it was sort of a lady roast... we got our tiny punches and embarrassing stories in. that was way fun.

the roasts i've been to - now 3 - have been ruthless, painful, and sort of funny. and, anyone there is fair game. and sometimes, you don't even have to be there to have your name thrown in the mix. goodnight, fairness!

11:34 PM  

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