Today I discovered a solution to the age-old "How do I pee while wearing tights, knickers and five pounds of crinoline?" problem. It involves strategically timed potty breaks while hanging out backstage wearing only black mary-jane character shoes, white nylon tights, a large white colonial man's shirt, and a nylon wig cap. The electric blue underwear and bra you can see through the whole ensemble was just an extra bonus today. Obviously, it also involves checking the hallway very carefully before I dart out to the bathroom. Somehow, miraculously, I managed not to be caught once by the one or two random Community Collegiates who seem to have wandered into the performing arts center by accident. This was very lucky as I look like a revolutionary war militiaman with a nylon fetish.
Tech was long. Sorta painful. Very tiring. Thankfully I discovered that my little colonial pennsylvania dutch schoolboy hat makes a decent pillow, and I just curled up in a little knicker-ed, knackered ball and passed out backstage while the boys were chopping people up onstage. Yes, I slept through a murder on a hard wooden floor. It's been a long week.
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