Peep Show at the Yukon Arts Centre

I thought things went pretty well. I remember my steps, I had fun dancing and in general I was happy with the outcome. Then I met up with Joe, Lucca and Iris after the show and they commented that they could see my underwear on stage!! Apparently the skirt I wore for the jazz number, already short and skimpy to begin with, crept its way up as I danced. By the end of the piece it was apparently rather higher than a decent girl (and her husband) would wish for. So now Janet Jackson and I have something else in common apart from our first names: costume defects!