Last Wednesday, we said goodbye to Eric Hunicutt with our first full-cast show in months and the following video tribute afterwards. Enjoy:
Do you know how hard it is to stay married in LA?
It’s hard. Really hard. Whoever says marriage isn’t work is full of crap. Don’t get us wrong, there are good times too. But then what about the times when Eric Hunicutt stalks grouchily off to bed without taking out the trash, or Mike Coen leaves his socks lying around, or Rachael Drummond eats all the spaghetti Bolognese we made without a “thank you” or even an “eeehngh” of pleasure!? Huh? And don’t even get us started on those nights when Kevin McShane turns a cold shoulder in the conjugal bed because he has a “headache” (Kevin ALWAYS has a headache, these days, and if his head is hurting then MAYBE he shouldn’t flounce around in those little scraps of lace like he’s asking for it).
But, like we said, there are also good times. And those good times, if you wait for them, can make you forget the bad times. Like the time when Opus Moreschi packed us a surprise picnic lunch and we took it up in the hot air balloon, then when we came down Jill had camels waiting to carry us to the Arbor Day Parade, and then Tim handmade us all little decoupaged cards telling us which parts of our bodies were his favorites and he said we couldn’t show them to anyone else because they were PRIVATE, and we all played footsie under the wrought-iron table before running down to the beach and getting our pants all full of sand.
Those times are pretty awesome. And it’s those little things that remind us why we stay married.
Which also reminds us – hey, this Wednesday is our THREE YEAR anniversary show! Yes, three whole years. We’ve been faithful, too. Not that we haven’t looked at other improv teams… but you can look as long as you don’t touch, right?
P.S. the three year anniversary is the SCADS OF CASH anniversary which means you should give us money. But if you don’t want to do that, you could always just come to our show Wednesday night at 9:30 (after DHT at 9). What do you think?
Three years ago this week, eight of us met for the first time (along with coach Mike O’Hara) at the round table at the Cat & Fiddle and decided on the name “Trophy Wife” for our new Harold team. Runner-up names were “Awesometown,” “Stately Wayne Manor,” and “Foxy Chocolate Robots.”
Last week, we all gathered at the Cat & Fiddle once again. Ostensibly to celebrate Tim’s birthday (and Rachael and Opus’ birthdays, which flank it). But once seated at that exact same round table, we realized there was another birthday to celebrate – our beloved Trophy Wife was 3 years old. That’s nearly 5 times older than the average iOWest Harold team.
The three-year anniversary of our first show is April 9th. Please join us.
The wife loves a pagan holiday. Except for Eric Hunnicutt. He hates all holidays. And other days.
But the rest of the wife haunted it up on Halloween Eve.
Coen swang with the Clintons.
Jim Morrison looked lovely with Mail Order Bride of Frankenstein.
Cookie Monster hung out with Dr. Death.
Friends of Trophy Wife Horse’s Ass and Victim of Jack the Ripper partied hard with Rue McLanahan
John Abbott was there in spirit.
‘sup, Mike Coen?
My good friends John and Manuela recently found themselves engaged. Since they live without religion, they asked if I would officiate their wedding ceremony. How could I pass up the chance to make fun of Manuela’s Swiss Miss accent and John’s shoe lifts in a very public and emotional setting?
At any rate, all it took for me to get my credentials was to type my name. In California, nobody even checks to see if you’re a living person in order to marry someone, so please enjoy these photos of Reverend Jill and her good time pals, and also of my very official looking ministerial credentials.
That’s me in the background!!!
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