By Jay Gish
If you’d told me when I was a child that one day I’d grow up and get to perform improv in Hawaii, I’d have said, “Wow! I can’t believe I’ll get paid to go to Hawaii!” When you then replied that I did not get paid to go to Hawaii, my child self would have said, “Wow – then I must grow up to be rich! And probably also really good-looking!”
Unfortunately, none of that has come to pass. Except for the part about getting to perform in Hawaii. So, good job by you, nailing that one.
And good for all of us who got to experience the Hawaii Improvaganza this year — a great time, at an unforgettable place. Here’s a small travelogue….
Sharing some post-show-party fun with festival coordinator, Garrick:
Tom McMahon, P.I. (and the creator of the warm-up exercise, “Tables”), poolside:
96D, seaside at dusk:
The view of Waikiki from our Hotel:
Indiana Petts and Lyon Arboretum (comng to a Cineplex near you):
Banyon Trees are awesome, and don’t tell me J.R.R. Tolkein didn’t play round on one as a child:
Gorgeous Hanama Bay, where sinshine beats sunscreen (juding by my back after the snorkeling):
Diamond Head, our climbing foe in the distance:
One of Diamond Head’s intimidating tunnel-stairway combinations:
Them a steeper stairway, in case your will wasn’t already wavering:
Then Finally, the triumphant view from the top:
