Today after work, I waited in line for two hours and paid $8 so that I could hear random people share their stories at a story-telling event. It was just like stand-up comedy, but storytelling instead of comedy. People put their names in a hat for the chance to tell a short personal story onstage. Ten people spoke in all. They told serious stories: about about relationships in their lives or about learning to accepting themselves — and funny stories: about a childhood prank, or a boob job. Most of the stories were serious with streaks of humor, like a sad story told by an Australian who regretted moving to NYC. They were all riveting and absolutely worth hearing.

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I was particularly proud of this dinner, which I made without Sagar’s help.
other beautiful food