Okay, no cracks about the mustache or the outfit, it was a costume. And I picked it out myself--I could never decide if I liked the hat or the pointed boots the best. The play was "A Midsummer's Night Dream," and I was Peter Quince. I even still remember my first line: "Are we all met?" Then there was something about good men in Athens, some Shakespearian humor, blah blah blah. it was hugely fun, but on opening night I seriously came close to throwing up. And it would've been on my mother, my Uncle David, my best friend, and this guy I had a huge crush on, since they were all in the front row.