Md part due, 2009, 3-day weekend long...
Michele/Columbina/Stupina
weekend days and there is no way I will remember it all...places,
times, things are lost and I apologize for the lack of accuracy or
detail...away we go...
UP AND AT ‘EM
Saturday morning arrives and I am ready to go. I make my smoothie,
pack up my stuff, and head out pass the chaos. What Chaos? Oh, the
Duelists had moved in earlier in the week and were also getting ready
for their first day at Maryland. I leave at my normal time and head
to site ahead of them. Once on site, I head to Gatehouse and begin to
warm up and stretch. It’s a long weekend and the more prepared we
are, the better. Once that’s done, I get made up and hair prepped and
head to the costume house. In there, it’s a quick change and out to
the Gatehouse again for the first sound check.
LOUDLY SHE GOES
Trinket has been sick all week, so now on antibiotics, she is starting
to feel better. She is, however, watching her volume with care. This
means her sound system is going to need to be up a little higher for
people to hear us in balance. Once that check is done, we head to
White Hart for the second check. I have gotten some new cables and am
ready for the double stages now. This is a good thing. We are done a
bit early and I have time to head to the morning meeting before we
start.
WELCOME WELCOME
There are a number of new acts in for both Magic Weekend and for the
next few weeks and we are introduced to many of them. We get an
overview of the weekend and are warned to be careful because of the 3-
day. Work, but don’t over spend too early in the weekend. I know how
wise this advice is and am prepared for the long days ahead. BEEP and
away we go to start our day.
BOOM CHAKA LAKA LAKA
At gate, I take my last morning bathroom break and one more stretch
before I face up and we wait for the lovely boom in the morning. I
have been told the crowd is healthy outside the gate and the onslaught
of people entering has proven them correct. There is a long wash of
people and I have taught our village tour to some of this year’s
fountain regulars. A visiting Cardinal says hello and I mention the
Interpreters show to him, as he is sure to understand the “adult”
stuff. After the crowd dies down, I begin to chat, dust, and flirt
with the crowd. I head into the village and start to great people.
WHAT A LOVELY DAY IN THE VILLAGE
And the reactions are great. Everyone is VERY willing to play. There
is laughter everywhere. I head toward the way of the royal court and
see my boys getting acclimated to our crowd. They haven’t met me in
this incarnation, so I head over to introduce myself after visiting
with a few patrons on the way. I am not sure how long it takes, but
they do recognize me from my stylish clothes and pictures. I am
happy and head toward O’Shucks to great some friendly strangers.
Everywhere I go, people want to play. This makes me very happy.
DUEL FOR TWO, AND TWO FOR TEA
I head toward Market Stage to watch my housemates initial show. I sit
toward the very back row so as not to disturb the performance and just
in case I have to leave. They have a good crowd for a first time,
first thing in the morning show and they audience laughs at most of
the jokes and seems to have a very good time. Once the show ends, I
head back out into the village to play more. This time, down Kenwood.
DANCING IN THE STREETS
I wander about chatting with people, cleaning tattoos off, and more. I
quite enjoy the dancing Leather Rose guy as Stupina and he take a
moment to jig about. I can’t even remember specific moments, but
everyone was so positive and happy. The overall wash of great
feelings is what makes this place so wonderful for me. Before I know
it, it’s 1:00 pm and I have to go find Columbina.
SWITCHIES
Backstage, I begin the switch. My face has been heavily sweated upon
and I have to fix it to be presentable as Columbina, especially as
there are dents from the mask edge. I get dressed and as I am just
about finished, I realize that I haven’t put one of my skin protectors
on...and can’t unless I get totally undressed...which I am NOT about
to do now. I just have to hope I don’t get too sweaty or it might be
very painful later in the day. Trinket and I go over the set lists
and make an adjustment to our second show given that on the Gatehouse,
there is no pub for a drinking song. Once dressed and completed, it’s
time for a well-deserved lunch.
FOOD AND FUEL
I head into the streets and meet up with a friend who presents me with
a belated birthday rose. This reminds me and I run into one of my
rose friends and ask him to make a specific delivery for me to my new
guests. He practices the message and heads off to find them. I grab
my steak on a stake and sit with the crowd after verifying something
with the lady in charge. I find a table and squeeze into the space
with some guests. I talk to them about the shows available and as
they have kids, neglect to mention mine. Once done, I head back to
the streets and toward the White Hart. I see it’s a bit early so I
head out to the crowd and come face to face with a person I had met
through the web rather than in person. We chat and I meet his friends.
He is playing in the village and we have a nice chat about the day.
The Lady Bouchier brings two other ladies with her and explains how
she wanted the other to meet me as our families seemed to have
disappeared under unusual circumstances. This becomes even greater
amusement. Time however, gets away from me and I must go mic up for
our show.
LOOK THEY LISTEN
Today’s 3:00 pm show is PACKED. We are performing our completely new
show today. There are two completely new songs, one, new to this
group, and one original never performed before. The audience isn’t
laughing as much, but they are listening and singing along where we
ask them to. I see the Cardinal, but he doesn’t stay. I am informed
later that he was asked to move by others in the audience and he
couldn’t hear as well as he wanted in the back. This is a pity. As
we continue, they start to follow along with the new comedy and have
huge laughs. By the end, the audience seems very happy. One lady
mentions she loves when we sing the sadder/pretty songs. I keep this
in my mind.
WANDER TOWARD THE GATE
I head toward the gate meeting and greeting along the way. I am
stopping and chatting with patrons and by the time I get to Gatehouse,
I have perhaps 5-10 minutes to do some more gate duty before I have to
head backstage to prepare. In the back, I wire up and we go. I last
minute change a song on our setlist with Trinket and start the show.
It’s not as full, but it’s not as well an advertised show, so unless
they saw one of my postings or got the flyer in the morning, they
don’t know we are here. The audience begins to fill a bit and by the
end there is a decent audience. We surprise the crowd with a new love
song and make our one fan rather happy, I think. Once done, we clear
the stage and pack stuff up to move to White Hart as the rest of our
sets this weekend will be held there. I stop for a Scotch egg and sit
with patrons who had just been at our last show. They ask many
questions, some I can’t answer in my incarnation, and I finish and
take my leave.
WARM WANDERINGS
I head slowly back into site toward the Pyrate encampment to find out
the game plan for the night. We are informed that we will be doing
Captain’s Daughter, which is fine with us. Again, our voices are
filled with many more wonderful women and tonight is the only evening
that Cercamon will be joining us in the village. This means dancing
in the aisles and festive joy. Somewhere toward the middle of the pub
sing, I see my housemate and he confirms that 1, he got the rose, and
2, he laughed. Mission accomplished. I head back up to the stage to
finish pub sing and once the cannon...um, booms, well, after we sing
after cannon booms, we head back to the costume house to change
quickly and sit slightly zombified. I am glad I don’t have bad welts
from my dress and am ready for dinner. CPK is the answer and away a
group of us go. We don’t wait too long, but Trinket is fading fast.
Dinner is fun, tasty, and relatively quick, but we were all tired. I
headed home to the roomies. My voice was feeling the dust, so I tried
neti pot...and nothing came through. My nose gets far to clogged to
use them when I really need them. Ah well, I hit the licorice root
and went to bed.
ACT II
I woke up pretty easily, feeling rather energized and excited by the
day. Yesterday’s energy was so good this one was enjoying the vibes.
I headed to site and got there a minute or two later than I like, but
no worries. My energy was high and I was singing and dancing through
most of my warm up. I couldn’t calm my energy down and after fixing
hair and makeup, I danced down to the costume house and continued to
dance while other cast members either looked at me funny or danced
with me when I shared my secret inspiration of music. The only thing
that was a little sad was that since it was Trinket’s birthday, she
brought in special treats for everyone, chocolate ones, which I cannot
eat during faire. Others were diving into the magnificent concoctions
with relish (or wasabi peas) and I got to watch, le sigh.
OH YEAH THAT PART
So it was Trinket’s birthday. One of a rather particular age, so I got
something special for her. She didn’t open it then as we had to head
off to soundcheck. We only had to set White Hart, but had some extra
things to set for that special occasion. I went out of my way to
remind Trinket exactly how old she was, since I’m that kind of
friend. We are done on time and I head to morning meeting. During
the meeting, I do take a quick second to remind everyone of her
impending gloom, then go to make some quick final plans, then off with
a BEEP to front gate. I hit the privy, then head to get to face up
for the BOOM.
BUT YOU CAN STILL FIND THEM
The gates open and people are flooding in. Heavily. This is going to
be our first really crazy day as the crowd won’t really pick up till
people are out of church and on their way here. Tours, hugs, and other
welcomes are the way of the morning. It takes quite a while for the
crowd to make it through, but once they do, I have a patron help me
down off the fountain and get more dustings out of my way. I see some
of my favorite young regulars today. They both have garb now and are
happy to show it off. As I approach people, I keep hearing the same
thing “what happened to the chart?” See the old version of the
program had a chart in it that allowed you to see all the stages lined
up so you could plot out your day. Many people got used to that form
and really liked it. They are having a hard time reading the show
times on this new format and after complaining about it, were happy
when I informed them they could get one of the charts from Customer
Service.
PROTECT AS YOU CAN
The dust is high today with so many people and the dry earth.
Stupina’s mouth cannot completely close, so I suck all that garbage
into my throat during the day. I love the mask, but I won’t say that
part is fun. I find a moment to hit the licorice root again. Today,
I start wandering into the village. Things are going swimmingly until
I hit one table near Victor’s bread booth where the dad not only puts
words in his kid’s mouth, but convinces the kid that I must be a scary
thing and because he was being funny. He was so incredibly negative
and it was an unpleasant vibe. I react hypersensitively when I play
the mask for a while and the hurt was a bit palpable. I was luckily
able to see friendly faces almost immediately who showed me quick love
and allowed me to switch back to being happy. I was even able to try a
bit I had thought of doing during rehearsals and hadn’t found a way to
do. Better yet, it got a laugh.
SITTING ON A BENCH WITH STRANGERS
So I am starting to feel my feet (which is great because it is day two
and they are only NOW starting to hurt) and I sit on the bench near
Bullseye. On that path, I sit and begin to sing about strangers
passing by. Some stop and help me compose a song or two. Others tell
me that Dans are taking over the world. Some fairies assure me that
they are able to be seen today, and there is much silliness. I even
see a cupcake pass by. Finally, it is time to start heading back to
find Columbina. On the way, I chat with many others and dust a few
more. Finally backstage, I peel off my face to feel the breeze and
close my mouth for the first time in 3 hours. That feels good.
PREPARATIONS FOR PINKNESS
I am wearing the cobalt blue today and pull out the new fixed jewelry
(so it shouldn’t bleed blue on me). Today I remember the stuff to
protect my skin and have another help me protect my back. I am hitting
the licorice root again. Trinket reminds me that she has a tart
hidden for later in the day...I question how she is hidden and in
front of me, but that is neither here nor there. She thanks me for the
gift, but leaves it here for safekeeping Once changed, we head out
together. I stop at the steak booth and she heads for another
locale. I grab lunch from a fast source and head to sit with
patrons. In the middle of our quiet conversation, I see the mayor,
his brother, and sister-in-law approach our area. As I am sitting down
with strangers just enjoying a sup, they don’t see me. I complain
about how annoying the mayor is to my new-found friends.
MATCH GAME
It appears that they are trying to prove who is from Tiddington by
playing Match Game. If you know the answer, and match one of the Revel
Grovians, you are not from Tiddington. The woman sitting with me is
to be questioned next when the mayor realizes I am here. He ends up
adding me in the game and I try for a more polite answer. I find out
later, I should have gone with my original instinct. Ah well, so much
for family friendliness. My poor “Friend” has been proven to be from
Tiddington and sadly, she has to leave the village by 7:05 pm not to
return until the next festival day. They carry on and I head down to
the Pub.
WHAT HAPPENED TO TRINKET
Ok, so I warned a few people that something special would be happening
today at the first show. I was vague...on purpose. After greeting
people around the pub, I head over and mic up. When the show starts, I
head up with Fitzjuice and we set the stage. I welcome the crowd and
ask where Trinket is. From the crowd comes Bauble who tells me that
since it was Trinket’s birthday, she knew Trinket would be tied up and
she learned the script and shows signs of being more unstable and
strange than Trinket ever was. Columbina has her help out for the
opening song (which meant she sang harmony and I got to sing the
melody for once) when what does she see but Trinket bound and gagged
being brought in by Scapino. He asks to keep Trinket, which I have no
patience for. He wants to do her hair and go shopping and make lots
of ...smores. I send him away and grill Bauble on why Trinket is tied
up. Bauble unties her and after Trinket threatens her, she explains,
“But it’s your birthday”. Somehow Trinket sees this as the most
beautiful gesture and they are family again. One song together and we
send Bauble away. She joins us at the end of the show for Parting
Glass, which she had performed with us at NCRF this spring. The show
has a great response and everyone seemed to have a good time. And if
you missed it, well, sorry, it will NEVER happen again. So there. We
clear the stage and mistakingly pass the stage to the Rogues, when the
Hooligans arrive...so we correct our mistake and head off.
FANS AND FUN
We sign a number of CD’s and pose for a few pictures. Then I head to
the streets after hitting up the licorice root. Trinket has been
getting barraged with roses. One on the hour every hour from one loyal
fan. She is a bit concerned, but I inform her I know who it is and she
is ok when I seem happy and calm about it. Wandering about, I run
into a bunch of men from a bachelor party and joke about with them.
The DDriver gets a hug, the best man gets questioned from me and an
overall good time is had by all. Not much more time passes and it’s
time for the second show.
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
So Columbina takes great pleasure in constantly reminding Trinket of
her age. She takes some time during the show to remind her that she is
like this weekend, in the second half of the 3-day, everything is
downhill, the wrinkles start and it’s painful and depressing...with a
great smile she announces how much better she feels now that Trinket
is beside herself with depression. Trinket turns to Columbina and asks
“Columbina, do you even remember what you were like at my age?”
Columbina’s smile disappears and the audience howls in laughter. Life
is good. The show goes well and we have a row of kids in the
audience’s front row...again. The like our show for some reason. We
are the pretty ladies in pink and blue. One day it will all make
sense. And watch out parents!
TARTS AND REPAIRS
Suddenly, it starts to rain in the sun. It’s gorgeous and I even step
out in it. I am glad as it will take down the dust that has been
building in my throat. After the rain starts to kick in in earnest, I
run to meet Trinket at the special place to have a piece of that
hidden birthday tart...fruited tart..IN A CRUST. It is an amazing
fruit tart from Wegeman’s (I highly recommend it). It is just what my
body was craving as I was very hungry after the second show. My voice
is also starting to feel the exhaustion of the 3 hours a day of
Stupina in dust. I head over to the Pyrates to find out what we are
doing. The rain is still coming on and off. I am nervous as I can’t
sing without the mic now and be sure to have a voice tomorrow. I am
hitting more licorice root. Yeepies. Trinket arrives and we pick
Fathom the Bowl for the eve. Trinket is given a lot of advice on how
to avoid being sick from someone who knows...I still don’t like
fisherman’s friend. BLEAH.
WHAT SET LIST
So the set list was on stage when the skies opened up on the Hooligans
and was destroyed. We are in need of help to make a new one, no one
has paper large enough, when my sharpie comes out and John Rugby has a
brilliant plan. There are enough women and the set list is written on
the cast of lovely ladies. I have # 5 and 6 myself. Trinket only has
#9. Well, they needed space. Yes, he wrote them there...and sharpies
are water proof. We head to the stage and start the show. The wet
audience is in a great mood as those left REALLY want to be there. We
show off the set list to a happy crowd and begin the show. The drizzle
starts up and they change the order of the songs, so we are held back
for one. When we go up the drizzle is heavier and Master Rugby says
he will try to keep the mics on as long as possible. As we sing, the
rain gets heavier and heavier and mid song, there is no choice but to
turn them off. We are now belting to the back of the pub over the
rain. I can’t see with the water pouring into my eyes and I just give
up and throw back my head and sing it out. The audience is with us
and I am told later they could hear me in the back. I know I am going
to pay for this.
COLUMBINA VANILLI
After that song, I stay on stage toward the back and realize that I
can’t afford to actually sing anymore and still have a voice. I know
the words to the songs and being to lip synch along with the rest of
the group. I am part of the picture, but not the sound. I teach
lyrics to one of the O’Danny’s who stands near me and with a chill in
the air, the pub sing ends with the cannon sounding more properly...I
think there were even 8 bells. I head back to the costume house
quickly and change out of the wet clothes, which are immediately
packed to go home and be cleaned. We have already made plans for the
birthday girl and meet en masse at Double T. We take over the back
and sing happy birthday to our lady who endulges in lots of Lemon
Chicken soup. I have indulged in hot water with lemon, hot tea and
water...as well as a gyro. The conversation is great as there are
many people who don’t often share a meal with me or mine. We regale
tales, talk movies and have a great time. Soon enough, it’s time to
go home. I get home to see both my roomies crashing hard for the
night. I follow suit after another failed attempt to clear my nose.
OH DEAR GOD, IS IT MORNING?
I am SO not ready to get up this time. I am sore and REALLY tired. I
have no choice though and pull myself out of bed and hit a warm
breakfast on the way to site. Once there, I take longer to warm my
voice up than my body as I am very nervous about how I sound. I am
hitting the licorice root regularly to bring back as much as I can.
Once made up and fixed up, I head downstairs still being quiet in
general. I change into Stupina, grab my stuff and head to the White
Hart. We sound check with another surprise for the day and then I head
to the morning meeting. Trinket is not feeling much better than I, so
we plan on revamping which songs we can do today. It will be
interesting.
WHERE’D IT GO?
I head to meeting and have brought out my Free Hugs sign by
recommendation of a smart lady. I don’t have to talk as much to do
that, even though it’s more physically taxing, but this morning, it’s
all about sound. During meeting we are told that often the biggest
problem with the lines for tickets are that lines merge and don’t line
up properly, wasting space. I save this info. After meeting (BEEP) I
check some info out, get the info I need to move forward, then head
out to find Scapino. Once I touch base with him, I head over to start
the day...and discover my watch is gone. This is not good as I really
don’t have a way to know without asking, and during my show, I REALLY
need one on the stage to make sure we are on schedule for the stage.
I am lent a leather watch from a kind court lady of snarkiness later
in the day, but for now, I am without.
DON’T STOP....DON’T STOP...
So I pee, face up and get ready for the boom after a stretch, more
licorice and some breathing. BOOM and in the come...and come...and
come...dear god there are a lot of them. We don’t tour as I am holding
my sign and don’t have to speak much. This is good. I see many
people stopping and staring at the sign. Some come up to hug me.
Others come up when they see another hug me and others just charge
in. There are lines on occasion and other times...bug eyed stares. I
had plans to walk through the village, but most everyone else has left
and there are still people coming in, so I stay out. People are still
coming in, so I leave my sign with the door crew and grab lots of
programs to hand out. I hit the lines with Andrew Board and notice
that yes, indeed, people are merging. I get them to not merge and the
lines get shorter. I get more programs and finish the lines, then I
start to hold two large stacks, one in each hand and let people walk
by and take them out of my hands. Captain Sledge and Thomas Cudgel
are above the gate and I explain that they are taking more from the
left hand than the right...then have to get more as I ran out.
THAT’S USING YOUR HEAD
I am on my fourth large stack of programs...like probably 150 in my
arms at once. After a while, my feet are getting tired and I decide I
want to sit...but still need to hand out programs. I put most of the
programs in my lap then put a stack of about 50 on my head balanced
and sit. People start coming by and taking them off my head. Often I
don’t even see them, I just feel the pressure of the hand and hear a
thank you. Some kids come up and when I adjust are frightened as they
thought I was a statue. I am calling out “programs” but it’s in a good
range of my voice that it doesn’t hurt much. One gate guy going on a
break sees me and asks if I want more. He brings me two big stacks and
I kee going I am getting parched and each time I go in, I grab more
water from my bota so I don’t dehydrate. I have gone through at least
one full box of programs in an hour and a half, with over half of them
having rested on my head at some point. People think I am a statue or
a goblin...I have my picture taken by a number of people who are
amused. Some have conversations with me...Again, I don’t see their
faces...and some of the views are awkward, but most of the time, it’s
eyes of kids, who walk to my side or people at a distance. Otherwise,
I tend to keep my eyes down. I find out it’s now 1 pm and time for me
to change into Columbina.
HADN’T YOU HEARD?
Backstage I hear that not only is one actress more ill than earlier
thought, but another got badly injured during the dance and is getting
stitches, which cancels the morning court show and a few others if
they aren’t back by a certain time. Thank goodness our king is back
mostly to normal. I go to get changed and Trinket comes in. We are
both a bit fuzzy and keep forgetting things. I am wearing my blue
sparklies from last year. I really do love them a lot. Trinket and I
pull out our scripts and start to figure out if there is a show we can
sing. We check the one we had scheduled and realize with one or two
note changes, we can sing it. I will not be at the normal volume, but
it will be ok. We check the second show and it’s a bit rougher, but
still doable. We write up the list of what we are to do and head out.
ANOTHER LUNCH WITH NEW FRIENDS
Today, I get my steak and it’s a bit more moo-er than normal, so it’s
a bit messy. I find a table and start to have lunch. After a nice
conversation about where in Italy I am from and how I haven’t been
home for years, etc...I head on my way. I visit people around the
environs of the pub and, when it’s time, head back to the White Hart
to get miced up. We head to the stage to begin and as I am hanging a
sign, I am stopped by a rose seller who asks if I am Columbina. I am,
but not right now. You have to come back after the show. There have
been drizzly threats of rain, but we seem to have been blessed and no
rain has hit during our sets. Today, god loves us. We start up and
start singing our new song to a packed house. Today, they are singing
along more and laughing. They have heard it once and now they can
enjoy what they are hearing. Our next song, also new, also gets a
great response...mid way through the song, I realize we are singing
the wrong show, this was supposed to be our 4:30 set as someone is in
the crowd waiting. Crap...ok, as I am thinking of what to change, I
see Trinket cross off exactly what I was going to remove. Great
minds.
SCAPIIIIINNNNNOOOO!
Scapino comes in for a short visit to show me what I really
neeed...his peanuts! The audience is quite amused. He leaves and we
get back to finishing this wrong show. We figure out as we are singing
what to change and I get us back on track. It’s a fascinating and
wonderful simpatico relationship we have. We just know where we have
to go and trust each other that we will get there. Just a point and we
keep talking. Ad libs happen when things go wrong, but it makes them
right again. I do love this. The show ends and I have kept my voice
through both shows, though Parting Glass was sung at almost two notes
lower than normal, as that was as high as I could sing. We clear the
stage and meet our fans. Some are cheery and others are a bit
more...nervous...about approaching us. It always surprises me, but I
suppose I can understand it. I was much the same way when I met some
of the acts here. I am given a rose from an admirer who speaks sweetly
and we are both gifted by one set of our regulars. There is a neat
but odd thing about being able to say “our regulars” the faces we see
at almost every show. We love you guys, I hope you realize that. You
make the shows fun...even when you give away the punch line too early.
TARTED AND CAUGHT
I am about to leave the pub when I am met by another rose seller who
offers me my choice of roses from “across the universe.” I know which
friends of mine have gifted me with this flamboyantly pink roses.
Next, I head over to the hidden tart land for one more piece of the
luscious treat, then after a quick bite, I headed up to the Royal to
catch part of London Broil’s show. While there, I am visited by a
friend, a co-worker, and fans...um, so much for quietly watching the
show. I end up leaving before it’s over as I don’t want to disturb
them. It’s about that time and I head over to the Pyrates to find out
we have been asked to do two pieces today...um ok. Good thing I still
have my voice. More licorice root....the stuff almost doesn’t taste
bad...but it stings now.
PUB SING THE NORMAL
The Rugby’s ask for one boring pub sing, and they get it. Well,
weather wise. The show is fun and enjoyable. As we come up, Master
Rugby asks me how my voice is, I see the comic request and open my
mouth with no sound coming out. 3 times. Then, when asked if we can
sing, my voice is back full force. We sing one of our dirtier songs
and the crowd seems happy. We come back for parting glass and we end
the night on a cheery note with Lighthouse. I am done all my work and
let my voice ring out. I still can sing and speak... This is good. I
am grateful for the bit of rain that kept the dust down...that did
make a difference.
TO MARKET TO MARKET
Pub sing is over and I grab my stuff realizing I didn’t bring the key
I needed and ask CDCB to help me out. I head back to get changed and
am so very tired. As I walk by the bubble booth, I skid on the
slippery soapy mud and land on my knee. Luckily, since the ground was
soft, it gave and my warm up in the morning made everything flexible
enough that I didn’t get hurt...just muddy and soapy. At least that
meant it would wash out. Back at the costume house, everyone is
hungry, tired, and unfocused. No one is able to make up their mind and
I finally make an executive decision to go to Italian Market. It’s
close, it’s not too expensive, and everyone can order for themselves,
pay up front, and just relax. Food comes quickly and I even get a
small gelato that I don’t finish. The conversation is lively and I am
requested to sing the Bowls Song while Skivee follows with an operatic
renditioning of the piece. The day is over and I am POOPED. We head
home and I start laundry and we pop in Shakespeare in Love. I am
still functioning and both my cohorts have mostly called it a night.
Ah well, Master Will will have to wait till another night to meet his
muse.
That’s all I got...Till next weekend...There will be another post with
showtimes for the second show this weekend once I know...Can’t wait to
see you in the Grove!
Lloyd Olson
"Michele/Columbina/Stupina" <ptp...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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That�s all I got...Till next weekend...There will be another post with
showtimes for the second show this weekend once I know...Can�t wait to
see you in the Grove!
Thank you for your reports. It's nice to see the work that goes on to make a
great faire. LTG:)