Needless to say, the crew did not start tuckpointing my apartment building today. Too soggy. But, happily, no leak; I guess it needs a driving rain for that. It's National Greasy Food Day; please pass the French Fries. Rehearsals continue to go well, but long, we didn't finish up till 10:30 tonight. The play isn't long, just the rehearsals. This is the week of dress rehearsals. This play takes place in the 1950s. The men are wearing short sleeve dress shirts with ties, shades of my husband's wardrobe in the 60s, except no pocket protectors. I am wearing two different dresses that where evidently sewn in the 50s, with hats and gloves of course. Our costume lady tells me I have a perfect figure for vintage dresses. It makes sense I guess, old dresses, old body.
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