Weekend recap

[clevermanka]

Happy birthday to chronovore!

This weekend proved to me that although I'm aging, I'm not necessarily getting too old. Yet. I held up fine both days (the fact that we didn't have to do parade on Sunday helped immeasurably) but I'm completely exhausted this morning. I have some truly spectacular bruises on my knees from the sword floorwork. I think they're going to blossom into some amazing technicolor specimens. I'll try to get photos.



Saturday went fine, although leaving Lawrence was a trial. I was thoroughly soaked by the time we finally got to site, but once there, the skies cleared and we had gorgeous weather the rest of the day.

Sunday...not so good. The day started off a little shaky when I couldn't check my email thanks to computer problems. I know, I'm an addict. Sorry. Then a few minutes before our first show of the day, I ran to get a hug from one of the chess match actors (please don't mention this, I don't want him to feel badly if he hears about it) and he picked me up, swung me around, and got one of my braids caught under his arm. So when he put me down, my headband with the braids got yanked down on my forehead. No time to rewrap the turban, so I shoved everything back into place as well as I could and went off to perform with a wobbly turban. This was the only performance that radcliffe and louie_d_ got to see all weekend, so of course I dropped my cane. Four times. In three minutes. Absolute hell. Now, just to clarify: I have dropped my cane in a performance once. In ten years, I have dropped my cane once in one performance. I've had it slide, but I've always managed to catch it. Except for Sunday. Four fucking times. It was just unreal. Worst. Performance. Ever. If the audience had actually paid separately to see us I would have offered to refund their money. I was miserable. I went off to one of the break areas to re-wrap the turban. While taking apart the turban, I dropped a piece of jewelry off it and it fell on the ground. It took me and four other people twenty minutes to not find the piece of jewelry. I know that you don't take anything out to faire that you're not willing to lose, but fuck, nobody likes losing jewelry, especially when it's one of your favorite Afghani pendants. I begged off doing my solo for the second morning show and got some good energy from salacious_saffy and breaca. Thanks, girls. The rest of Sunday went much better. A good thing, too, because otherwise I would have drowned myself in the fountain.

This weekend I learned:

I can sweat off a spray tan

It is possible (and likely) to go unrecognized by other faire actors and even some of my graduate students while in tribal mode, but the former roomate of an ex-boyfriend from over ten years ago spotted me straightaway.

Cat and Pat at the Public House rock. They are super nice people. I want to make them a thank you gift of some sort for being so gracious with their space and water this weekend.

Really Bad Days can be made much much much better with the help of a few friends.

I missed being out with the whores so much! I love dancing, and I don't regret spending my weekend in that venue, but it was nice to slip away between shows and hang out with my other troupe for just a few minutes. I also got to watch Chess Match from the audience and it rocked! It was really funny. I actually laughed at the jokes, despite having seen this thing run ...how many times now? A lot. It was still funny and the fights looked really good. Had a funny moment when, while settling down on our seats in the Royal Glade, roya_spirit handed me a styrofoam plate full of funnel cake. I instinctively took it from her, and then had a moment of sheer panic: Eeeeek! Ack! Paper plate! Get it away! Get it away!


From about a zillion people:

You are Lilith. Lillith represented childbirth,
sensuality and power. The legends of her
rebellion may cast her as the first feminist,
and as the first wife, the stories of her
decisiveness and her maternal power are intense
ones. Even though many see her as a demon of
her own making, Lillith also seems to represent
the acceptance of the self-truth, no matter
what its cost. She was sometimes seen depicted
with symbolic animals of royalty and wisdom.


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Cool to get Lilith, but this has to be the crappiest representation of Lilith I've ever seen. Vampira, maybe, but Lilith? Sorry, the Lilith on Fraser was more convincing.


And now it's Monday. Back on that horse, sister. Maybe I'll actually get some work done this week. We'll see.

Comments

[rougewench.livejournal.com]

So sorry to hear that you had such a hard Sunday.

Perhaps the way to take in the experience is to view it as the one time (and for everyone there must be a one time) where your nightmares come to reality in performance.

For me, mine was actually sticking an actress with a hypodermic needle while "faking it" in Whose Life is it Anyway?" She was a trouper and didn't move (as she was playing the paralyzed chick), but I was horrified. It was a non-sterile needle. She had to go get a tetnus shot.

So now, having lived through the amazing toppling cane show, you know you can face down any performance problem.

Wigs are definitely a challenge in that space. I tell people directly to grab low so as to not yank the badger off my head, so I have a deeply seated fear of just what happened to you. And once the damn thing's been moved, it's never quite right the rest of the day...not unless you yank the fucker off and start over again.

Glad the women could help, my dear.


D.