My first iO improv team, James Jackson, has been retired (broken up, really) for a couple years now. Like Otis, we've performed together as a group a few times since then, but its rare.

On a whim, Young got us a guest slot at the Playground for tonight. Only two audience members showed up, though, so the show was canceled.

Alex: I feel kind of bad that we didn't bring anybody. I guess that's what you're supposed to do. Bring your own audience.
Nick: It didn't even occur to me to tell anyone.
Me: But to be fair, we're only one team of three tonight. Nobody brought anybody.
Carrie: We've never been good at self-promotion.

Still, we took this picture on the Playground stage.

Megan: I love how we get together once a year to take a group picture.

We all went out for margaritas and reminisced about old times.

Nick: Jill, do you remember back when we were in Gwinn's class and you refused to do the exercise where everyone had to lift you up in the air?
Jill: [long laugh] No.

At the end of the evening, Jill decided she wanted to pay the bill for everyone and refused to take any money. While she was in the bathroom some of us slipped twenties into her purse. Hawley drew a a crude doodle of a penis on a napkin and slipped that into Jill's purse as well.