Back in NC! I flew in from Newark last night at 10 pm. Ross was kind enough to enlist his fiancee Heidi to give me a ride from the airport. I get dropped off, grab a Red Bull, and immediately I’m thrust on stage to do a Dan gauntlet (where I’m in every scene). Lemme tell ya, these NC improvisers edit like it’s going out of style. Six line scenes! And people say New Yorkers are fast.

It’s good to see everyone: Ross, Heidi, Austin, Ryan, Jesse, Zach, Scott, Rene and many more sweet people, some whose names I am relearning. Many whose haircuts have changed — it’s funny to recall how many identity…and hair…and style…shifts college students go through. Callie, especially. I think she’s changed her outfit four times in the past 18 hours. She can do whatever she likes — she kicked ass in the Beatbox last night. I warmed up with them and lemme tell ya: rapping is hard. Kudos to their cajones. Huevos. Whatever.

Locante says, put in an entry for me. Here it is: >I’m bald and hilarious. I haven’t got to do a scene with Dan yet. Me sad. More Red Bull!