I will be the best trapeze artist EVAH!
No seriously, I wore my work clothes to dress rehearsal and that worked out fine. Everyone else was in street clothes except for the one poor new guy who wore his tux. The chapel was hotter than seven hells and we began shedding layers during dress rehearsal so by the end I was just in the black pants and the polka-dotted shirt.
Performances went well too. I wanted to write about the hag I had to stand next to on both nights, but it just looks like a bunch of bitching and I don’t have it in me.
No new post so far due to lack of time & inspiration. If you have any ideas, let me know.