Dreamed of a movie that ended with Brad Pitt driving his motorcycle into a lake (faraway splash on the soundtrack, followed by fade to black).
Yesterday they gave me that chorus photo of me Barbara's husband took. Today I showed my family and they were impressed.
Performed Cavalleria Rusticana and Pagliacci for the last time. (Our stage manager Enza was at her grandfather's funeral, so Beatrice substituted for her on the last couple of shows.)
Afterward we went to a cast party at Barbara's house on Rathnelly Avenue. There was lots of lasagna and chicken. Some of us watched the last part of the gold-medal hockey game. I also saw part of a video of today's performance, which Barbara's husband recorded.
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