The (Great?) Outdoors

Last night we had our first rehearsal out at the Festival Stage in the park. There's no turning back now.

The Ten Commandments of Outdoor Rehearsal:

I.
Thou shalt honor thy Coppertone and DEET.
II.
Thou shalt drink thy coffee iced.
III.
Thou shalt not hug nor kiss thy husband between the first of his many applications of OFF! and his mandatory post-evening-rehearsal shower.
IV.
Thou shalt check thy paper water cup for bugs before refilling at the cooler.
V.
Thou shalt not wear shoes which blister thy foot in humidity.
VI.
Thou shalt view thy many layers of costume not as an enemy to thy body temperature but as the first line of defense in the bug war.
VII.
Thou shalt carry a travel-sized deodorant in thy back pocket at all times.
VIII.
Thou shalt project to the back row.
IX.
Thou shalt first nudge the toilet paper roll in the bathroom backstage with thy knee, so as to exit any critters which may be hidden therein.
X.
Thou shalt remain in character even though there is a moth/beetle/wasp roughly the size of a Mazda Miata climbing up thy leg/back/neck.