What Vampires Talk About When They Talk About Love

It's Monday:

I'm hungover, smelly, eyes adorned with fallen bacteria hardened by the harsh room temperatures.   I just chugged a wheat-grass smoothie (detox pills, ginseng, blueberries, banana, rice milk) and am on the road to recovery -- whatever that means.  And, so you can keep tabs on Me throughout the week: Today (or this evening rather) is when I have my writing class for Second City.

I believe we have a  Song-Writing Workshop today which I'm fairly stoked about because, in the cavernous realm of Sketch Comedy, working with music (or raps!) is definitely one of my strong points.  But, and this is is a glorious But, there's some formatting issues I need apprising of, and my complete lack of music theory knowledge doesn't help matters any.

My skit this week, not music related: What Vampires Talk About When They Talk About Love.  This is actually a 2nd draft, but more or less a complete overhaul of the last iteration.  The premise is a Married Vampire Couple (one pure-bred, one newly made) wrestle with the fact their Relationship is showing the patina of wedlock.  The title is an homage to Raymond Carvers Excellent  short-story compilation: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.  And for all you literary nerds out there (this is Healthy Book Club after all) this is definitely a must-read.

But the sketch!  The Husband Vladimir is a 300+. pure-bred vampire, and investment banker in the vein of AIG, arguing with his wife Charlotte (liberal creative writing MFA from NYU, vampire for 5 years) over having to return bonuses from his firm as per current happenings in the U S of A.  As they get into it, Corliss The Vampire -- a knockoff of Kriss Angel/David Blaine -- tries to sneak out in his undies: he has been banging Charlotte, promising to turn her back human, a simple lie just to get in her pants.  And it goes on from there.  

If there was a copy and paste (from other documents) option I would post a PDF of the sketch, but alas.  Or, I just don't know what the hell I'm doing which is always a plausible outcome.

The Tunes:

-  The Pains of Being Pure at Heart 

-  Phillip Glass Radio Station on Pandora 

The Aggravating Pragmatic Decisions:

-  Should I move to West Town or Pilsen, where my new job happens to be?

The Lofty Life-Altering Decision :

-  Should I move to NYC this fall?

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-m

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