Why do I do this, again?

Today was the first performance of the one act.  With the exception of someone forgetting their lines (not me or any of my friends, thank goodness), it went well.  The audience really liked me.  This is so much different from when I was a narrator.  Because, no one really likes or dislikes narrators...they're just...there, you know?  So, it was a nice change.  I guess all the girl lessons from my guy friends paid off.  My guy friend at one point actually went, "You aren't working your boobs and hips enough, you need to work your walk like THIS," and then proceeded to strut his stuff.  Between changing in the same back hall as a guy friend (long story that ended in someone mistaking the entire situation, thinking it was something very...unseemly...that it wasn't), same guy friend commenting on how he could tell if I was cold or not by looking at specific body part-- it's a disadvantage to the leotard (the pervert), a different guy friend commenting on how he'd make a good drag queen, being tickled and poked by all three of them, and other things...it's been a weird play.  But, I'm glad I did it.  It certainly is an interesting experience.  Comment, please!