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Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years. – Oscar Wilde.

A line from The Importance of Being Earnest, and apropos since I turned thirty-five the day after we opened.

Saturday afternoon was spent relaxing in my hotel room, eating popcorn, dark sea salt chocolate and reading InStyle magazine.

By the way, in case you didn’t know, you can make microwave popcorn with just regular old popcorn seeds and a paper lunch bag. That way you can avoid all those strange additives they put in store-bought microwave popcorn (what on earth do they add to make it smell up a room for hours after the popcorn has been made!?). All you need to do is put two or three tablespoons of popcorn in the paper bag, fold the top of the bag closed, and microwave it on high for about four minutes. Take it out when the pops slow down to one every three or four seconds. So terribly easy.

Saturday night we opened to a lovely audience. The catering was especially delicious. I don’t know what it is about British Columbia, but they seem to have really embraced the local food movement here. I wasn’t going to eat the amazing pork ribs or ham and split pea soup shooters because of my “knowing where the meat came from” rule. But my friend asked the caterer (because I was too shy), and the meat came from the lower mainland of BC. I was impressed that a) they used a local (provincial) supplier, and b) they knew exactly where the meat was from. So I ate the ribs and soup happily!

Sunday afternoon, I went out for brunch with my friends, Angela and Josh (who are also in the show), and Angela’s mom and aunt, who had come to Kamloops to see the show. We went to Cora’s, a breakfast and lunch restaurant that heaps fruit on everything. The crepes we ordered were bigger than my head, and my “birthday cake” was an apple carved into a swan. It was awesome.



So I’m firmly entrenched in my mid-thirties now, and to be quite honest, I do feel . . . older. Twenty-five was a difficult birthday for me because I wasn’t where I felt I should be by that point in my life, and that’s sort of how I’m feeling now. I’m a female actor in her mid-thirties who is still working, which in theatre is an accomplishment of sorts. Not everyone makes it to this point. I’ve made it past a hurdle of sorts, but without any real clear idea of where I’m going. I might be having a minor life crisis. However, when I had my mini life crisis at twenty-five, it was exactly what I needed to motivate me to buy my house, so something vey good came out of it. Hopefully, the coming year will bring some more clarity.