I’m home from The Improv Retreat! I got home a few days ago, ready for one of my last hectic work weeks of the summer, when a bad vaccine reaction knocked me off my feet for a few days and FORCED me to rest up from camp. I’m better-ish now and have camp thoughts.
Much of what I wrote last year about the general feel of The Improv Retreat holds true again, especially this part:
[Tara, founder of TIR] reminded us improv has the capacity to welcome everybody, no matter how long they’ve practiced it, where they live, or what theater they call home. There doesn’t need to be a hierarchy. If improv welcomes everyone, we should, too.
This year, she emphasized, “Especially be this welcoming to the non-improvisers in your life! Your accountant friend needs to be treated with this kind of love, too.”
What was the same this year:
- Campers were friendly and outgoing. Improvisers tend to befriend one another easily.
- The counselors were fun and wise and supportive.
- The shows were some of the best improv I’ve seen in awhile.
- At least 2/3 of the campers were hypnotized at some point.
What was different this year:
- It rained most of the time, which meant fewer outdoor activities and more indoor discussion times.
- I haven’t had camp withdrawal since coming back like I did last year, because I have a regular place to play and teach now. Westside Improv didn’t exist yet last year, and now it does, and it makes improv more accessible for people who don’t live near Lincoln Park. (A mini-highlight for me was when someone said, “Did you say you live in the suburbs? You should check out Westside. I live in Chicago so I haven’t been out there yet, but I’ve heard good things.”)
- I carpooled with a friend from church/work instead of people I barely knew. I liked those guys I barely knew! I got to know them over the course of the trip! But it was nice to have a friend from my everyday life around camp, even if we didn’t take the same workshops.
- There were more familiar faces. It was comforting to see campers I recognized from last year as well as players from Westside.
- Because of the whole my-third-trimester-started-while-I-was-at-camp thing, my energy was Very Limited. I reserved it for workshops and shows and sat out most of the jams and games. This also made me the loser who left the campfire around midnight after a s’more or two. (It seemed like the rest of camp was going to bed between 2am and never.) So I missed out on some improviser bonding time. However, everyone was gracious about offering me a chair or an extra serving of food when there was one to be had, and one of the lovely camp interns who read my last blog post even saved a bottom bunk for me ahead of time. I wasn’t ever made to feel out of place.
At one point on Saturday, I ran into Tara, who has shared publicly about her ongoing, scary-sounding health battles, and asked how she was feeling. She said, “My body would feel the same way at home as it feels here. Where I am doesn’t make a difference, so I’d rather be here. This is where the awesome, positive people are.”
Exactly. I’m not at all equating pregnancy with illness, but that holds true for me, too: I was going to be exhausted and uncomfortable no matter where I was. I don’t think being away from home for two nights made it any worse. I might as well use my energy to play when I can.
I’m so glad I went. I’m also so glad I’m home.
You can read other people’s camp thoughts by searching for #TIR2015 on Twitter. (Though, just like last year, if you go back much past last week, that hashtag refers to the Texas Independence Relay.) The other official camp hashtag is #muppetarms because of reasons.
Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll be sharing the notes I took in my workshops. If you took different workshops or just different notes, you should share those, too! I want to see!