☀️Morning Parties, Questionable Spaghetti and Post-Festival Blues 🇵🇭
I didn’t know what a Jollibee Party was, until today, when my life changed. For the better, because we had it at 11am, and for a morning person there’s nothing like partying with Impro games right after coffee ⚡️💪
Oh and because I got to meet Jollibee in person! 🐝
🍝 And for the worse, because at the end I was dared to eat their spaghetti, which I did and you can see how that went.
Also this has been
@manilaimprovfest . And the guided tour of the center, and the workshops, the shows, and the panels, and the chats, and everything 🥰
I always get post-Festival blues when I leave. Because usually that’s just when I start getting the feel for it, understand the rhythms, the places, I start really finding my place in it (introverts: it takes us forever for these things), and it’s already time to say goodbye.
We shared so much food, it felt like home.
Personal reflections aside: MIF26 has been a blast. HUGE shoutout to Sabrina, Charles, and everyone who organized it and ran it. That was truly impressive.
Honored to have been a part of it!
Until next time ❤️