This is a thread to give voice to something every improviser experiences: The realization, achieved well after the show has ended, that what you said was totally wrong, or you finally thought of what you failed to remember onstage, or you just generally fucked up.
I'll start:
Russell Brand! It was Russell Brand! That's who I was trying to think of! I don't know why I said Criss Angel -- apparently the People Magazine in that scene was from 2006.
Morning After Realizations Thread
Improvisors behaving badly.
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Morning After Realizations Thread
The silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe. A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee. She says "My body is the life; my body is the way." I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet.