Tonight in my improv class, one of the other leaders of my professional
improv group, Chameleon Comedy came in and after quickly rushing with
her outside, I asked if we could go see our producer contact after the
class about a “production meeting” we’re suppose to go to this Saturday.

She agreed, even though we’d be arriving on our producer’s porch after
10pm. So with anticipation for the class to be over, we finally headed
off to get an answer we’ve been wanting for a while.

Our producer contact went off to South Africa for two weeks after telling
us we had to be at the meeting, and when we found out she arrived back
in town this weekend several phone calls helped us reach the
realization that some phone bills had needed to be paid. Then again,
I’m pretty sure the bill came as she was in South Africa, so it’s no
biggie.

On our way down to her place, the fog began to roll in
thick. While fog isn’t exactly something new to our area of LA in
March, pea soup is something that is quite unusual. It should have been
our first sign that the night was not going to end well.

Upon arriving within our producer’s neighborhood, we were both greeted with too many police cars to count setting up a perimeter. After talking
with an officer as his remark of “If you live here you’d best lock your
doors…the situation is fluid,” we both decided that there was only one
thing to do.

Get the hell outta’ there.

So tonight was a small waste, but tomorrow is another perfect day to go to our producer.

Everyone, this is just exactly how lucky I am.