Last night I went to my first-ever improv comedy class at D.C. WIT. I was not sure what to expect before I arrived: loser-ish middle-aged men who want to be Drew Carey? Theater prodigies destined to be the next Chad Michael Murray? (Chad went to my high school, by the way. It’s true.) Luckily, it turned out to be a diverse bunch of normal twenty and thirty-something people who were not naturally drop-dead hilarious but who wanted something fun to do on a Monday night. Whew.