After the excursion, there was a bit of a pool party. I couldn’t stay for long; there was a fashion show rehearsal I needed to help with.

There was an odd moment. I would have liked to be in it, instead of just backstage. The director simply sold me “You can’t.” She didn’t do a good job of explaining why.

The show itself went well and I can’t complain. I was in the back, surrounded by beautiful women needing help getting into oh-so-very tight clothing.

Good times.

I talked to the producer and organizer later and both were surprised I wasn’t in it.