Went to the historic Green Mill to watch Sarah perform in her third Mortified reading. It's a very funny show where adults read from their real (and real embarrassing) high school journals (and poems and letters... really anything mortifyingly funny from that age).

Sarah: This place is supposed to have fifteen exits.
Me: Really? Oh, from back in its gangster days? Secret passages, you mean?
Sarah: That's what it said on the History Channel.
Me: Maybe we can duck into an escape tunnel after the show.
Sarah: [grabbing my arm] Or we could escape right now.
Me: Are you really that nervous?
Sarah: Uh... yes. Earlier today when I started sweating just thinking about it, I asked myself, "Why do I do this to myself?"
Me: But you don't get nervous before improv shows.
Sarah: Not anymore.

The show went well. Sarah's journal entry was easily one of the best pieces, second only to a woman who recreated a high school history report she'd given, where, to impress a boy she had a crush on, she played guitar and sang her report on Winnipeg to the tune of 'Stairway to Heaven.' Ouch. And bravo.