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Tuesday, November 15, 2005


I have made a new friend. She plays opposite Tim in Christmas Carol. She's from New York and is a total foodie. We talk recipes, cookbooks, and restaurants. I will be sublimely happy if the theatre picks her up for summer rep, for then she'll also be here March through July.

She had a potluck last night. Folks from both cast and crew showed up, so it was a nice gathering of not-just-Tim's-classmates. As much as I love to entertain, I realized the value of potlucks. Everyone gets to show off their signature dish, and it's so much less stressful. And it creates a sense of community a lot better than one person making everything.


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