Best of Boom Photos

Greg was asked by a photographer if he could take some pictures of a Boom show, so I thought I'd share the results.


Warming up with "Musicals are Gay", our opening sketch that Laurel wrote.


My character in "Musicals Are Gay", DJ Hardcore Mutherfuckin' Biotch Asshole.


This game is called "Hollywood Pitch", where an audience member is interviewed and asked to pitch a movie, and we improvise their suggestions.


Dub: this old standard involves me interviewing a couple in the audience, and then a previously recorded video is played while two cast members improvise their conversation backstage.


Me, hosting the news.


Setting up 3 Things, a big guessing game that sets up our rotating closing number.


Our closer. It works. Most of the time.

Engaged

Erica and I got engaged! On our recent trip to Paris, I finally got to ask her after months of planning. It wasa real surprise, and happily, she said yes. We're both extremely happy, and I'm so glad it went well. In fact, it went as well as you could think it would.

I spent the day wondering when I should ask her, even thinking I should in the morning as we ate a breakfast of bread, cheese and strawberries in the Champs de Mars, right in front of the Eiffel Tower. It was so peaceful and there weren't many people, but it didn't feel right, so I didn't.

We took a boat ride down the Seine, and walked to Notre Dame, ate lunch sitting along the Seine, but still it didn't feel right. We ate at a Thai place not far from where we were staying and had purchased tickets to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. I figured I would ask her at the top, with the whole city in front of us.

However, at the top, Erica's face read nothing but palpable fear. She was too scared to even walk to the edge, without my prodding and guidance. So, again, no. The ring, in its box, had been sitting in my pocket the whole day, with me fidgetting with me constantly, worried that Erica might notice the box-like bulge in my pocket. I was starting to get antsy. We got in line for the elevator to take us down, which was quite long, and I kept checking my watch. As we were staying near the Eiffel Tower we had noticed that around the top of each hour, the lights on the Tower would twinkle in rotation for around 15 minutes, which Erica thought was beautiful. I decided to ask her on the grounds in front of the twinkling lights of the Eiffel, but the line was so long, and on the elevator ride down the grounds, the twinkling began. I thought I was screwed. To top it off, Erica wanted me to record the lights with my camera as soon as we reached the grounsd, yet another obstacle. After meeting her wishes, I hurried her to the grounds and asked her, the lights still dancing onto the Champs de Mars.

We celebrated with a nice stroll home, feeling excited and alive and filled with love. We stopped by a caf, took a sidewalk table, and celebrated with a drink. The breeze was light and refreshing, and the streets were quiet and deserted. Just the two of us and a quiet Friday night in Paris. The night, the day, my life, felt perfect.