For the past three weeks, I have been doing nothing but rehearsals preparing for my theater's presentation of "South Pacific." The show just opened on the 10th. It's fun, and I love doing it, but after a few nights of getting there at 1800 hours and coming home at 2300 hours, it starts to get tiring. For a Monday, it's quite relaxing.
Oh, and besides being an islander in the show, I am also a "greeter." In other words, I'm in my islander garb, passing out leis to ladies as they wait in line to get their dinner for the show. They are all generally nice and sociable, but two of them were particularly interested in how I kept my top on (I was w