The catch is it’s become a thing that’s supposed to celebrate me. (And I hate this picture. I’m sorry, but I do.)
Now I’m always up for a celebration (especially if there is wine or brownies or chocolate-chip cookies on hand, preferably not combined into one foodstuff).
But I have to tell you it embarrasses me greatly to be the center of attention.
So let’s pretend this is just a regular theater potluck, albeit one that everybody attends. Let’s get together and talk, and eat, and hang out, and just have fun, and forget about all this toasting stuff.
You don’t have to say what you’re bringing, but it might be nice for the Rep to know how many people are coming. (Just think of me as your maiden aunt, just trying to urge you to RSVP.)
I love these evenings. Please come. It’s what fellowship is all about.