Still, I'm pretty happy with what I've accomplished so far. There are some good sketches in there, and some good ideas in the sketches that didn't quite work out, and if nothing else I'll probably have doubled my sketch output for the year — in the same month where I spent almost every weekend out of the city, did a showcase at Comix, auditioned for and got into a new comedy troupe, and survived another month as the de facto head of our understaffed department at work.
I haven't been keeping up this blog very well in the past week, but I've written three sketches, I think, since the last entry: "When Are You Getting Married," "Make It Look Like a Suicide" and "Upstairs, Downstairs." Here are two of the three. (Rachel gave me the beginning of the idea for "Married.")
WHEN ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?This next one is a nice short little sketch with minimal dialogue I wrote on the back of a couple of envelopes on my way to work. I'm fond of it, and would like to dedicate it to my friend Sarah Tebbe.
RACHEL and DAN are having lunch.
DAN
It was a great vacation. If you and Jeff want to get away some time, I highly recommend it.
RACHEL
That sounds lovely. So when are you and Sarah getting married?
DAN
Oh! What?
RACHEL
Oh, come on. You two are great together.
DAN
Well yeah, it's just — we're not there, I mean, we've talked about it, but —
RACHEL
You need to get on that! She's a keeper.
DAN
You're right. You're right.
RACHEL
I know I'm right. So? When?
DAN
Uh... some day?
RACHEL
(sighs)
I'm at least going to need a ballpark estimate.
DAN
Uh...
RACHEL
Come on. Just name a date.
DAN
I guess...
RACHEL
One year? Two years?
DAN
I just don't...
RACHEL
DAN!
DAN
I don't know! Two years!
RACHEL
All right.
DAN
(dazed)
Two... years...
RACHEL
See? That wasn't so hard, was it?
DAN
You know, I should probably be... where's that waiter?
RACHEL
Now. When are you going to have a baby?
DAN
What?!?
RACHEL
You two aren't getting any younger! Wait too long and your baby might be (whispers) retarded.
DAN
How am I supposed to know—
RACHEL
Well, let's think about it. (She starts writing in a small notebook.) Married in two years, you'll probably get started... right away?
DAN
Well... we'd want a house first...
RACHEL
OK. Good. Let's assume you're saving now. You'll need a year to recover financially from the wedding, but no reason not to start trying while you're doing that, am I right? So! Pregnant within the first year... baby... in three and a half.
DAN
I don't understand. Do you represent some sort of busybody consortium? What makes you think—
RACHEL
First affair?
DAN
ExCUSE ME?
RACHEL
First affair. When? Four years?
DAN
You're unbelievable!
RACHEL
What?
DAN
You're asking me when I'm going to cheat on my wife? A) Never, and B) Fuck you!
RACHEL
Oh, don't be so defensive. Look. Sarah will be tired. She won't feel sexy, she'll be cranky from lack of sleep, as will you, she'll be stir crazy and her nipples will be sore. And you, you'll react instinctively against all that responsibility, yearn for the youthful exuberance of those days just after college when you were earning your first real paychecks and you could finally drink legally in bars. You'll start hanging out with your co-workers more, and some young, marginally pretty assistant who's attracted to you because you seem like such a good husband and father —ironic, really, considering her unspoken desire to corrupt you — and who you're attracted to mostly because she's the physical opposite, for better and for worse, of what you've got now — will find a reason to work with you on a project after hours just so she can give you a blowjob in the office supply room. And for ten seconds or so, you'll forget that you've been marching somberly towards middle age, senility, incontinence and death, having never taken that backpacking trip across India you'd always assumed you'd get to one day. (pause) I'll put down four years.
DAN
You're a monster.
RACHEL
Hey. I'm not the one who left my wife and child for an office BJ.
They sit in silence. Dan is too shaken up to even think about escaping anymore.
RACHEL
So. When are you going to get remarried?
Copyright © 2008 Jeff S.
UPSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS
A COUPLE on a couch. They are staring at the ceiling, listening to the MOST RIDICULOUS CACOPHONY OF NOISES from upstairs.
WOMAN
Should we say something?
MAN
It's only a little after midnight. I'm sure they'll stop soon.
WOMAN
It sounds like they're doing whip-its while trying to catch a greased pig. And speaking in tongues.
MAN
I'll get the earmuffs.
The man goes to get off the couch. He lowers himself to the floor ever so carefully and tiptoes across the floor. One part of the floor CREAKS. Immediately, there is the sound of someone STOMPING UP THE STAIRS and BANGING AT THEIR DOOR. The man answers it. The crotchetiest OLD MAN is at the door, seething.
OLD MAN
What in hell are you doing stomping around the apartment like a goddamned giant elephant? It's past midnight! Some of us have work in the morning! Did you think of that before you started stomping! Did you?!?
COUPLE
(throughout his speech)
Sorry. We're sorry. We're so sorry. It will never happen again. Sorry, etc.
The old man stands there, panting with rage, fists clenched at his side, as the man closes the door slowly, saying sorry constantly. The sound of the OLD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS walking back down to his apartment. The man picks up earmuffs and heads back to the couch as the NOISE FROM ABOVE starts again.The couple watch the ceiling, clamping their earmuffs on to their ears.
WOMAN
It's so loud.
MAN
Like we can talk. We've already had one noise complaint against us tonight.
WOMAN
It sounds like a cougar trying to drag a panicked walrus across a chalkboard.
MAN
There's nothing we can do.
WOMAN
Maybe we could ask nicely...
The neighbor STOMPING UPSTAIRS and BANGING ON THE DOOR. The couple are apologizing before they even get the door open.
OLD MAN
It's after midnight, for Cripe's sake!!! What the hell are you doing yelling at the top of your lungs?!? What is this, a rock concert?!? It's like you're in my bed, yelling directly into my ears!!!
COUPLE
Sorry. We're sorry, etc.
OLD MAN
GAHHHH!!!
Same thing: the man closes the door. RECEDING FOOTSTEPS. The couple returns to the couch, miserably uncomfortable. The NOISE UPSTAIRS is insane. The warning alarm of a truck reversing. A kookaburra laughing. The sounds of a 19th-century whaling ship being torn apart by a storm.
WOMAN
(whispering)
Maybe we should—
The man shakes his head and puts his finger to his mouth. He points at the floor. She nods. She reaches for a cup of tea and takes a sip.
BAM BAM BAM! The downstairs neighbor. The man opens the door and the old man is shrieking on the floor in rage and angry. The couple apologizes profusely. The noise upstairs continues.
Copyright © 2008 Jeff S.