Here I Thought It Was 2007, And Now It's 1946....

Apparently one of the "Brigadoon" cast members is ill, and so I've been tapped to substitute, as a dancer, and as an all-around kilt-wearin', caber-tossin', highland-flingin' Scottish clansman.

[Update] Apparently I'm not to substitute after all, but rather to serve as an extra xy chromosome on stage. The cast is a bit estogen-rich, and therefore kilt-starved, and so the more guys, the merrier.