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\nThis was at some cast party in college. And I don’t know where the rest of the picture is. The party was held at my house, which I shared with two other people, a big sprawling place, perfect for hordes of crazy theatre kids to overrun it on a nightly basis. There were skits done, we filmed a soap opera once, with drunken screaming lovers in the kitchen, people would take over the microphone and sing a song. The parties were a blast. And here … I had a nice buzz on and at some point I morphed into a floozy raconteur, like I was Lauren Bacall regaling a crowd of roaring friends with some old hilarious story about “Bogie”. Mitchell looked at this picture and said, “Since when did you become Jessica Savitch?” I was HOLDING COURT. In my …. bright green dress? 20-year-old Sheila, you’re a virgin and please let other people talk. And sit DOWN.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This was at some cast party in college. And I don’t know where the rest of the picture is. The party was held at my house, which I shared with two other people, a big sprawling place, perfect for hordes … Continue reading