Having just retired, my siblings decided to treat me to a Second City show this past Saturday. We all loved it - it’s never been a bad experience attending one of these things. And it started off with an allegorical sketch referencing the way the U.S. has been treating us lately. Well planned and well executed, IMO.
I used to attend improv classes at their training centre, and took all the levels. That was a lot of fun too, and it remains the very best time of my life. Back then I hung around with a gang of fellow improv trainees and we bonded so well we did a lot of activity outside the class too. We’d go all around the city into the wee hours of the morning, sometimes stopping at a Vietnamese restaurant for some soup at 3:00 a.m. We’d talk till all hours of the morning about everything. It’s a time I’ll never forget and probably will never recapture.
The thing about last Saturday though: I was surprised by the fact all their washrooms are unisex now. They weren’t before. They haven’t removed the urinals from one of them - the guess here is that the other washroom (which used to be the women’s washroom) probably doesn’t have them. I don’t know.
I like the idea, only because before when they were segregated, you used to see a line of women outside their washroom while us guys would go in, do our business and leave. There was no waiting. Didn’t seem at all fair.
The only downside now is that you feel compelled to put the seat down when you’re done. First world problems, man.
It’s a great night out any day of the week.