Me? I’m still in denial that Justin’s moving to New York this summer. Sure, he’s leaving DC to be with an awesome lady and to pursue his larger-than-life dreams — two things that I know will give him the happiness he absolutely deserves.
But I’m selfish and don’t want him to leave me, especially since we haven’t even performed together. (Incidentally, I submitted a proposal for us for a two-man show at this year’s Improvapalooza at WIT. The title of our show? “Two Men in a Tub.” Naturally. I’ll let y’all know if that actually comes to fruition.) And who else am I going to see crappily staged musicals with?
So I’m going to pout and whine and whimper like Brian does when I leave for work in the morning. It’s part of the separation process.
But I know I should be happy for Justin because I know he’s moving on to bigger and better things. Still, it’s going to be a lot quieter around WIT without his infectious energy, his incredibly intelligent improv, and his tremendously huge heart. And I know my life will be significantly less interesting without him around. I don’t think I’ve made a closer friend since I’ve moved here.
Thankfully, we’ve agreed to be in each other’s weddings (whomever goes first), so I’m sure we’ll be in touch. And the fact that I just blogged about it means he can’t renege his offer. Ha! Checkmate, Purvis!