The dance class was teaching foxtrot and quickstep. Unfortunately, they're teaching international figures and my background is in American.
Dinner was fettucine (which I cooked).
Finally got my whole Bethune monologue rememorized for performing at the next drama class. [It describes a fascist air raid on the refugee-filled port of Malaga in the Spanish Civil War.]
Went to the SCRIPT party at a house a few blocks northwest of St. Clair & Dufferin. (It was a week later than I thought.) They were playing a videocassette with footage of Toronto streetcars and subway trains from 50 or 100 years ago. I only stayed for about an hour.
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