Domestic And Rehearsal

Didn't set foot outside the house except for a money run to the bank.  Pared and cut several pounds of yams and set them to simmering in the crock pot with o.j. and cinnamon.  Made a big salad for lunch.  Vacuumed, washed whites, cleaned up the kitchen, and performed similar chores.
Got a stunningly beautiful picture of Mike and and his gorgeous family  done by the same photographer they had used in Singapore.  Wow, it's lovely; hope I can print it out.
Jo G. called to remind me about our excursion to the culinary school today.  She said to wear my red hat; I said I didn't have one; she said to borrow one from Susan; indicated I might, but Romney will pose for porn before that happens.
Picked up Aline and we went to Dynasty for dinner.  I had Hungarian goulash--it was probably more south Jersey than middle European,but it was tasty and I took some home.
We went to the Seaport at 6:30 just as it started to rain, so walked from the parking lot to the lighthouse with my big umbrella to join colleagues on the porch.  Following along with what seems to be the natural progression with this play, we were locked out.  Guy finally came over and let us in and we set up chairs in a circle and just read lines.  That doesn't mean we literally read them, of course--at this point, it had better not--but spoke them without action.
We were all happy to see Dave F. back, although ominously, he still has no diagnoses for his stomach pain and other symptoms.  He didn't look too chipper and we're still a bit worried about his role--more, though, about his own self.
Home about 9:30, not too bad, to have a message from the northern dweller, inviting me to meet her, hubby, and J. and J. for dinner before the show on Saturday.  Said yes, but had second thoughts this morning and e-mailed her that I'd pass.  I don't like to eat much ahead, plus would be in costume and cast call is for 6:00.  Better just see them after.