Got up at 9:51.
Dreamed of a non-existent garden at our N.B. cottage, overrun with weeds.
Cynthia and I went over our rumba and salsa routines.
Got a haircut this morning. (They noticed it at the dance studio.)
Dinner was toad in the hole.
Sue was previewing her play [she was directing Orchidelirium] so her husband taught the acting class. (He reminds me of John Goodman.) The early games included something from Whose Line Is It Anyway? in which we had to make a conversation entirely with questions. I was pretty good at it. We also did "Yes, and..." in which we kept saying "Yes, and let's..."
Then we did exercises on story structure. The first was making a play from the dialogue "Oh," "Oh," "Oh," Oh well," "Well!" and Oh!" Andrei and I couldn't really figure out what to do. Then we did "Well," "What," "How," "So," and "Well." This time Donna and I did a skit where I danced with her and she tripped.
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