Enough about me…

Another long blogging hiatus, another catch-up post. Last weekend, my friend Naomi visited me for 4 days in the midst of her cross-country drive from her former home in San Francisco to her new home in New York. Naomi and I went to school in Dallas together from 4th through 7th grade. We bonded quickly at school because we were both new in 4th grade, were in the same homeroom, and the same after-school ballet class taught by an uptight woman who went by Miss Sally. Naomi’s mom was an art teacher at our school, so we spent many days after school in her classroom writing out fake detentions to people we hated. I also credit Naomi for sparking my love of comedy. She encouraged me to watch Saturday Night Live, which I tried to do but could never stay awake once the musical guest came on. Once she had me call her when the musical guest came on so she could keep me alert until the sketches started back up again. We were very partial to Ed Grimley and the two guys played by Christopher Guest and Billy Crystal who talked about painful things they did (rubbing a cheese grater up and down their thighs, etc.).

It’s strange bringing someone else into your life for a few days. Naomi is a photographer and has always been a very curious person – she asks a lot of questions about what I do, and why, and how. I always worry about talking too much about myself, thinking that it’s boring and/or self-indulgent. So I think sometimes I but answers short in an effort to avoid that, but it ends up coming off like I don’t want to talk or I’m bored by it. I think it’s the same kind of thing with teaching improv; it seems so second nature to me that I can’t believe someone would pay for me to tell them how to improvise. I guess since I live my life every day, I can’t imagine how I could know anything or do anything that people don’t know about already. I don’t know if that makes sense. I just considered, by the way, the irony of worrying about being too self-indulgent as I type away on my blog at

Last night we had our cast dinner. Cast dinners usually take place within a couple of months of opening a show. We went to Morton’s Steakhouse with lots of producer-types, and our director, Marc, was in town so he was able to come too. Then afterwards we went to Joe’s place and hung out for a while. Maribeth’s last show is tomorrow, so last night sort of began her departure festivites in a way. Morton’s was quite good, by the way. They’re very smart in that they ask you to order dessert just before you get your entree since the desserts allegedly take time to prepare. But the truth is no one would ever get dessert if they waited to order it after finishing a 42 oz. Porterhouse. Clever steak people.

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