Friday night was the annual Ladies of the Austin Improv Collective Slumber Party. Even though I knew only a handful of those attending, I was prepared to dive right into an extended clothes swap, confessional booth, game night and epic, epic truth circle (that lasted 5+ hours) with around twenty amazing, talented and hilarious women. Also there was alcohol. A lot of it. And arm wrestling.

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P.S. — This next gen gallery is for the birds. Sorry for the annoying and unconsistently sized slideshow.

I learned my stripper name is Metal Mouth and my ultimate improv troupe name is Uterus Happy Hour. Is your reaction, “Uhh…?” Good! You get it! U.H.H.!

I didn’t sleep but an hour in the wee morning, sat outside for a quiet moment to enjoy some cold kung pao chicken (buying it hot, sticking it in the fridge — best morning-after idea ever) and accidentally locked myself out of the back of the house. Trying to finagle my way around the house and back in through the front door in my pajamas, and then locating all of my belongings (I packed like I always do, in absolute excess) and trying to sneak out without waking the house was a challenge.

That was actually much easier though, than leaving the house and driving home with the creeping horror of “OMG I TOTALLY OVERSHARED.” hanging over my head.

Circle of Truth! Truth Circle!

Oh, Mouth. *shakes head*