Everyone got into the St. Patricks Day spirit yesterday, by wearing green, drinking before noon and eating corned beef. The UCB was no exception. Instead of carrying on with their regularly scheduled Harold Night, it was transformed into a more Irish version: O'Harold Night.- O'Harold Night is once a year on St. Patty's Day
- The performers are not put into their usual teams, but instead seperated into groups: Sober, Drunk, Drunker and Drunkest
- Besides the 'Sober' group, the performers are getting wasted backstage
The first group (Sober) came on stage and performed a Harold. They were creative, thoughtful, clever and funny. Even with the added distraction of the other performers yelling and chanting backstage. The next group (Drunk) put in a good effort, as well. Their Harold was a little sloppier than the first one, but was still respectable. The third group to approach the stage, Drunker, were rowdy and much harder to follow. They spoke over each other and some performers really had no idea what was going on. One guy even came into my section of the audience and tried to convince audience members that he was not the drunkest person there, all while his group was attempting to perform. The final group, Drunkest, certainly lived up to their name. One of the main reasons I came to O'Harold night was because my Improv 101 teacher, Jonathan Gabrus, was to perform in the last team of the night. The 'Drunkest' group sloshed onto the stage and all tried to talk at once, mostly telling everyone to shut up. The only person who actually did try to do some improv was Gabrus, but was ignored by the rest of his team. That's when the bottles started breaking. It was pretty dangerous, especially considering that audience members were sitting on the edge of the stage. They started to pour drinks on each other and then eventually into the audience. It was about this time that the intern started freaking out, trying to sweep up the glass. The guy from the previous group, who tried to say he was not drunk, was on stage for some reason and kept falling down and taking other people down with him. Then the lights went off and the show was over.
I often think it would much easier to perform improv drunk, but this experiment proved that even the most talented improv-ers are no match for alcohol. Even though it turned into a cluster fuck toward the end of the show, it was super entertaining to watch. And it wasn't a total waste because Team Sober performed a real Harold and Team Drunk's was not half bad either. I've never been happier to have been in standing room only, mainly due to the fact that I left the theater without having any drinks spilled on me, nor with any glass stuck into my skin.
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