What have I done to myself?
Apparently I am now to be cross-dressing as a nun.
I am also to sing and dance. Mer informs me that this has been her dream for me for the very beginning, her life's work, her crowning glory to see me sing and dance in drag.
Apparently Badger also has a thing for drag, or more specifically, local beloved menfolks in drag.
I'm not sure if this is heartfelt support or sadistic glee, but ego stroking has gotten me into much worse scrapes in the past. In any case this is probably divine punishment for earlier comments about Jesus' voyeuristic fetishes.
Apparently I nailed the audition and the director wants to call me back for Tom Lehrer's Tomfoolery when it goes up after this one. A blatantly political piece going up around election time -- I like it. (Although not very courageous, going up in the liberal SF bubble.)
Who knew -- a guy who normally hates musicals doing drag and going the whole 9 jazz hands and glitter curtains yards.