Md. Part Quatro...Yeah, It's Long, What of It?
Michele/Columbina/Stupina
should not be. No, nothing like that, but enough to make me feel
grubby. I will be coughing up dust for the next few days...but enough
of that, onto the recap...times, days, people, orders will be switched
and forgotten. Let's see what I still remember...
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LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE
We get up...well, I get up a bit late for me and the Lelio's get up
later. I make myself ready with braids and makeup and we head to site.
I put on my music and bop to my stage with the Lelio's close behind.
We do our sound check and, for the moment, we both sound equally loud
and balanced, so we head out. I have had brekkies already, so I head
to Gatehouse to stretch.
PACING IT'S ALL PACING
Last weekend, the weather forecast had promised to for this weekend to
be in the 70's, last night said it would be scattered showers...they
were both wrong. We ended up having no rain, except within our
costumes (thanks to the actress who made that quip), and the temp was a
humid, mucky 88. This was the first real heat day...like the ones we
normally get the first few weekends, so the new cast wasn't quite
ready for it, which we saw later.
IT'S CHANGING TIME
I set props and touch base with a lady who was verifying information
for me. It was as I supposed, but it has freed up my schedule some.
The costume house is moving quietly, which is pleasant, and I look to
find my romance war items are not here, even though I remember packing
AND unpacking them all in the area...dag nabbit! I hold off till
tomorrow since there are not specific days this year, so it can wait.
I dress and prepare and head out.
SLEEP AND THE ERRANT HANKY
I am really tired today, and not quite sure why. I run a few errands.
We are informed that the pipe band is coming in the gates for Scottish
Weekend. I ask who will be opening the gates as there is no one there
this year. Hengrave Hall to the rescue and it is set. This also means
that we are starting a bit earlier to accommodate for the additional
time needed. Meeting must finish on time, so we quickly go through
what we need. I see Fletcher before meeting is over and is assures me
he is ready for today's show. We beep and start to leave. I notice
my hanky has gone missing AGAIN. I head back to the stage just as Roy
is picking it up. He begins to ask whose it is and plays a dropping
trick on me as I reach for it. I then reach my foot toward his crotch
and am able to quickly grab it away from his reflexes. I head to gate.
WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
We get to gate and they start the show. It begins with the announcement
of the pipe band and only one person from Hengrave is there. I throw on
the mask and hood and head to the gate so that they can open. We pull
the bar (never did that before...it was fun) and are holding the doors
to open as they arrive. As I stand there, another Hengrave man arrives
and we trade off. I am pleased. We again shake our heads at the
idiosyncrasies of marching bands and the show goes on. I look out to
the parking lot and am VERY pleased to see my litmus test. It looks to
be a good day.
BOOM CHACALACALACA
The cannon roars...slowly...real slowly...like, it doesn't go for a
minute or so. I look up and see them frantically restuffing the cannon
to relight it. THIS time it works. The gates open and the village is
alive and bustling again. I am greeted by little girls and boys, adults
and others who are here to have a good time. We have our fountain
welcomes/goodbyes, and I pop off the fountain to wander. I meet A LOT
of people who have never been here before and are just figuring out
what to do. I dust, I hug, I sleep on, and converse with the patrons
pouring in.
TROOP ON
I meet up with some men who are troop leaders for some kind of eagle
scouty type thing. They are all wearing yellow shirts. Somehow, I
convince these troupe leaders that they should watch me become a girlie
girl. I don't expect to see them at the show, but the interactions
are fun.
SINGING WITH THE DIRT
I have started to find a regular morning home up by O'Shucks.
Normally there is great traffic there. Today, I am not seeing the
overwhelming traffic this way. I play with who comes by, but after a
little while, I realize that I have to move forward in the village.
This is not as easy as it sounds. When plopping yourself down to do a
loud bit, you have to take into consideration the booths nearby, if
there is a stage nearby, if there are street vendors nearby, and if you
will completely block traffic. I head toward gate (as I have a show
soon and should stay in that area), but I don't want to be right up
on the Lyric, near the button booth or Glassblowers or the morning
dance. I find a save tree near the pottery booth, only to find that
there is a garland seller there. She is fine with my singing, so I
pick up where I left off.
CONVERSATION WITH GOOD COMPANY
This is a much better spot as the traffic all flows by me. It might
just be a look at the weird troll-like beggar thingy that sings, or it
might be full on music/conversation directly with them, but everyone
gets touched...almost as bad a Stupina. I have a few very fun
interactions with adults and one or two nice ones with little kids.
Some are very much looking forward to seeing my show, others are
happier just spending a moment singing with me, and other think I am
insane. Magna of Wolgemut even stops by to watch Stupina's antics.
He has never really seen her sing and play before and seems briefly
fascinated It is 11:15, time to head over toward Gatehouse.
ME AND PYRATE MCGEE
I get there as the Princess Mary Story is ending. I begin the preshow
and the crowd is playful. It's not a full house, but they are
responsive. Lo and behold the troupe leaders are there. I finish the
preshow and head backstage. Fletcher isn't here. I look over the
hill and he is chatting with another person. I yell to one actress I
see to tell him to get over. Finally, I see him acknowlege the sound
and head over. Once I know he is in the clear vicinity, I begin.
UPSTAGED BY BOB
So I begin and Fletcher offers to help...I can see him regretting even
speaking up, but he's in for the ride now. The audience is pleased
to see him. We are silly, he is horrified at me, and the audience is
amused. It's finally time to bring up Bob, and the best option is
the troupe leader who is laughing up a storm. He comes up and begins
to be just as silly as me. Frighteningly so. I think Fletcher was
scared of us both. I think it's a hoot. He is listening and hearing
the jokes before I do them. He sets me up and sometimes steals the joke
away, but the audience is having fun, so I don't care. The show ends
and Bob and Fletcher hug and take their leave. Fletcher does verify
with me that I did not pay full price for the kit and I assure him it
was a used one. I clear the stage with one minute to spare.
UM, WHOOPS
I tell Mimi the stage is clear and begin to pack the props, when I
discover that I have left a major hanging prop onstage. They haven't
quite started, but I am already out of mask. I am not sure how to get
out there, I ask Maggie Sansone, who is backstage if she can reach out
for it, but she is not moving as quickly as my panic is, so I throw my
hoop over my face and sneak out/reach for it and leave. No response,
luckily, so I know I have not disturbed the preshow and I feel better.
I finish packing my props and head down the hill.
BOWLS BOWLS BOWLS BOWLS...
So I was requested to stop near the Piland booth today. I tell them if
they have a bowl, I might. I head out greeting people and take my time
getting there. As I walk by the Leather Rose, I am barely greeted by
the man in front as I walk by. This amuses me as he can't STOP
talking to me when I walk by in Columbina. I decide he will have to
learn from this folly, but after I am "off work". At Pilands, I
step up and ask for the wood bowl. I receive it and step back into the
street to sing...about...you guessed it...bowls on my head. I then
head to the side of bullseye to sit on their bench with some patrons
who were new to the village and I sing...loudly. I stop some traffic,
I chat with them and tell them about fun things to do. I head off
toward Stub Toe. While traversing that lane, I fun into the pretty
little one I know. She sings with me, she hugs me with a vengance, and
all is right with the world. I move on and see another person I know
who spends a moment to say hello before I tell him I must head back.
BACK IN BOWL
I head back to Piland's actually, to return the bowl. It had been
engraved/signed on the bottom and I did not wish to lose it. I head
back toward the costume house dusting people and poking myself with
spiky hair. I sit in the dirt on the way to chat with a family and
wander back to the costume house. I am supposed to be there around 1, I
keep getting stuck in bits and being on street till 1:15. I would
prefer to be done before then as that way I am back on street when the
entire MacBeth cast wanders back. I usually have a few moments with
them these days, but try to get out as soon as I can. I am wired and
dressed by Mrs. Pugh and out I go.
STEAK AND ATTENTION
I head toward the Steak on a Stake booth and get my lunch. MMMMMmmmm
Just the way I like it. I sit down with some patrons. I think it's
one family, but it turns out to be two separate families and I
inadvertently sit in one of their seats. I offer to move, but they have
adjusted and are fine. After advising them on shows and appropriate
entertainments for the kids, I realize that they are indeed different
families as they go their separate ways. Whoops. No worries, they are
all having fun. And some of them again, are new patrons to the village.
WANDERLUST
I unfurl my Teatro sign and begin walking toward Fortune. ON the way, I
run into Ned Allyn, the Renaissance Man, with his sign. He compliments
my ingenuity...honestly, it's more for comfort as I have to get the
sign to the new stage, but we joke that it is just "SUCH a new
idea" since he has been doing this for 4 or so years now. I head
off to Fortune with my sign. I get there a bit early to fix a prop for
the end of the show. Once Emrys is done, we head out to set the stage.
The audience is fun and the Best Man upstages us all. I am sure that
my new directions to Mama are making all the difference and the group
is having fun. At the back of the house I notice the face of one of
the "powers that be". Lelio does not see it. The face leaves before
the show is over, but the house is full and the crowd seems to be
having fun...I however, cannot be heard. I have pumped up my volume as
much as I can, but I am still having issues. Must work on this again
tomorrow.
BABY TIME
I head back out after the show and chat with patrons as I wend my way
back to Baby Stupina. We head out to go walking. I see the ladies who
play in that area and we dance a song or two with them. It's always
fun to see the crowd slowly build as she dances...some for the music,
some for the marionette (it's a marionette gang, NOT a puppet), and
some for the combination. We take our bows and wander toward the gate.
There are no lines outside to worry about, so I head back into the
shade. The dust is really starting to get unbearable. Its finally time
to head in and get ready for Lying Valet.
FALLING FALLING
I check in, start getting dressed to head out to the stage. Inside, I
see a few of the cast members who have not handled the heat well. They
are laying down with various amounts of ice and the like. Earlier in
the day I saw an older man be taken out on a stretcher with oxygen near
Fortune. The day is just that hot and humid and people are dropping
like flies. I am both thrilled and amazed that I have never fallen ill
to the weather like this. Not sure how I dodged it. I have lost my
voice over the years (thanks to the dust) but have since learned how to
avoid the worst of that. It all takes time.
CARD SHARKS
The entire cast is ALL dragging by this point. Hell, even the patrons
are leaving by the droves because the heat is sapping their energy. We
have a small crowd, but they are listening to the language and making
sense of it all, so they are more responsive. Ironically, I can't
see into the audience, well, I can, but there are very few
opportunities for me to do so without "breaking" character, as
Prissy doesn't get to break 4th wall, so I often miss who is out in
the house. I am later informed that behind the yellow shirted troupe
leaders I did glimpse, was another figure in yellow who offered some
good advice. Of course we were all in slow motion. Mumsie made noise
first, but I was starting laughing at the same moment. Nan noted that
she won, and I accepted that.
GOODBYE KIND WORLD
Baby Stupina and I head out after my quick change and a brief hello
from Magna to ask me about some commedia troupes and the like. Out in
the world, we dance to Wolgemut's music on Gatehouse while we wave
good bye. She is such an eyecatcher that she sometimes causes a small
clog as some want to watch her. Little boys and girls come up and
shake her hand. I am very happy to leave a little touch of wonder in
their mind as they walk out the gate. Nothing big, but it does leave an
impression. Again I hear "Hey, I saw her on stage," or "Hey,
wasn't she the one singing in the dirt." I smile and tell them of
her dehydration (which is VERY appropriate today). As I stand there,
BOB comes by and he gives me a goodbye hug. I guess he put two and five
together quickly.
REST AND RELAXATION
I take little Stupina back and gather up my water and head in toward
the pub. I am called out to by the man who always flirts with
Columbina. I berate him for ignoring me earlier today. He doesn't
realize who I am for half the day and assures me he would have noticed
me. I did warn him early in the season he does not know what he is
playing with, but he will soon figure it out...if it kills
him...hehehe. Pub sing is good, but again, for me, the energy is
feeling distant. Don't know why, I think it's personal stuff, but
I just keep finding myself wandering around not being able to spend
more than a minute or two anywhere. I sing on occasion, I take my
moment for the bells, and the day is over.
PEEKING, I MEAN PEKING CHICKEN
Dinner awaits so I change, wipe down the skin (EYWH) blow the nose
(MORE EYWH) and head out for Chinese food. One of our gang has
preordered Peking Chicken, which I do get to try and it is YUMMY. We
have a lovely conversation, dirty fortune cookies, and hot towels that
felt like HEAVEN...and helped to clear more ick from my body. Time is
all too short and we have to leave around 9:20. I am in bed on time and
resting for the day to come.
GOOD MORNING STARSHINE
The morning wears...tis time we were at faire...or something like that.
I am dragging my sorry ass a bit this morning. The heat has done a
doozy on me. My eyes are a bit swollen and I am moving in slow motion,
but there is work to be done, so no waiting. I head out to site alone
today as I am planning to have to leave early at the end of the day. I
get to Gatehouse with my happy music after parking in a good spot. I
warm up, and head to Fortune before the Lelio's arrive. While there, I
begin to play with my mic. The Squire noted that I might need to bring
the mic nearer to my face to get the volume I need without feedback. I
realize if I can find a way to wear it on my neck, I would be good to
go. The Lelios arrive and we test. He can keep his volume if I am at
my neck and we balance. This is good. Off to brekkies today.
EGGS AND SAUSAGE AND OJ, OH MY!
Today's breakfast is doing well. I actually like the potatoes today. I
sit with Gypsophilia and talk about religion, history, and the Stupina
show...not interrelated, I assure you. I finish and head to the
costume house as it's now 8:30. I go in to set props and come back to
get changed. it turns out it's the birthday for one of the ladies, and
in her honor, we play a techno version of Loch Lomond. No, you don't
want to hear it. It was average at best. We then listen to some other
peppy music. I actually like it as it gets my energy moving. I am
extremely music sensitive. Once changed, I head out to set up my
Romance War hit and go to my meeting.
URGH THE HUMIDITY
Yesterday's weather really took its toll on everyone and the dehydrated
were starting to fight the people who wanted to help them. Ah well.
The weather is A BIT cooler today and the humidity promises to be
lower, but it's still icky. We BEEP and head out to play with the
pipes again.
OR DO WE?
At gate, we are trying to figure out if the pipe band is entering
again. We don't think so, so I head to the privy for my last relief
before the day starts. As I am heading back, I hear the bagpipes
playing and see NO ONE at the gates. The Stage Manager is JUST NOW
registering the panic of "OH CRAP" in her eyes. I run back, throw on my
hood and face and head toward the gate with the only member of Hengrave
Hall that is there. I turn to see a flock of men in yellow/black and
similar colors running toward us as they all realize they are supposed
to be here already. One of them takes my place and I can peel off and
cool down for a second. In come the pipes and off they go...ok, can
anyone answer this for me? Why can't the pipes stop playing and keep
marching once their entrance is finished? Is it not possible for a
pipe band to stop mid song when the gates are closed and they are
passed the main area? I don't get it. I am honestly asking cause I
don't understand why. They are so loud and all they are doing is
keeping themselves in step. Call me completely confuzzled by that one.
LATE BOOMER
Again, there is a delayed boom on the cannon, it isn't refilled, but it
is slow. No worries, the crowds come flowing in as the gates are
opened. Master Teller again TRIES to catch me in the hello/goodbye
game, and ends up asking himself why he even bothers. I know why, it's
fun! With the help of a patron, I climb down from the fountain after
we give a tour and the crowd dies down, and head into the village.
SCANDAL IN REVEL GROVE
I am wandering in the village when I run into Sedge Lawson and Eleanor
Weatherby. She is holding flowers from Sedge and they try to hide the
fact that they like each other. I get louder as I assure them I won't
way anything, and Sedge, being a kind man who has a soft spot for
puppies, finds some rose petals on the ground and hands them to me. I
am pleased.
THE GREATEST IN THE LAND
I sit with my flowers and, lo and behold, who should come by but Hugh
Weatherby, Eleanor's brother and enemy of Sedge. I tell him how the
roses that Sedge gave me are EVER SO MUCH BETTER than the silly daisies
that he gave Eleanor. Hugh is not pleased. I assure him that Sedge
loves me more than anyone else because I got the bestest gift from him.
He wanders away. Then (thanks to timing) Eleanor arrives soon after
and I tell her I might have messed up by mentioning my flowers and
hers, Hugh comes back and scandal ensues. A battle of siblings with
lots of onlookers (ooh, look, it's gossip) and a family street bit is
born. Hee. I love to instigate.
THE NEW FANS
So amongst the drama, I am sitting and singing at my favorite tree.
Two girls in their early teens come by (I am thinking 15-16) and are
enthralled by my songs. They sit and join me, they offer to help the
garland lady next to me (who lent me her feathered flowered wreath for
a few minutes, whee!) to get food and come back. They just think I am
hysterical. The sit again and learn the entire Sitting in the Dirt
song. They hear me talk about the show at 11:30 and begin to plot their
schedule so they can come and see me. I keep singing till time is up
and head off to Gatehouse.
PRESHOW AND RESHOW
I don't like to be backstage for any show too early normally, but in
this case, I also don't want to leave the stage bare for long. Once
Mary is done, I head out to set my props and chat/hawk with the crowd.
Today, Mary (Lady/Princess) is going to help me. I am ready to start.
I always take a moment before I begin to thank whoever exists "up
there" for the gift of allowing me to make people laugh and to give
them joy. I feel so utterly blessed and I don't want to ever forget it
or take it for granted. A breath, and then we dive in. Today, Princess
Mary starts very happily, excited about the shoes, and slowly, by
steps, gets VERY ANNOYED with me. She just can't fathom why I simply
can't get this right. Bob is wonderful too. A Redskins fan, to be
sure, and verging on upstaging me. When the book says that "often the
quiestest women are the smartest" he asks her for a copy of the book to
take home. The audience howls...and I just enjoy it. The show ends
happily and all bow. A great entertainment.
PORTRAITS IN THE WOODS
Don't forget about BeerPam...she isn't quite so lonely, since she has
those t-shirts to keep her company, but she would love some one else to
share the joy with her. (end pathetic ploy to get you to buy a
t-shirt). I, and many others, have been asked to take part in a photo
shoot for an article to be published next year. Stupina heads over
through the back routes as I need to be there 7 minutes after I have
cleared my props. I am told they are behind when I get there. I listen
while the interviewer talks to the Piland clan and Mrs. Pugh is
immortalized. I am next. I end up in the dirt, which is par for her,
and the photographer keeps oohing and ahhing over the poses/face
angles, etc. I have no idea what that means, but hopefully they have
good material to work with. I head out to hear the end of Mrs. Pugh's
chat and at that point the interviewer is out of tape. She gets contact
info and I head back out to street.
NAP TIME
I arrive at Hengrave Hall. They are pulling out a table covered in a
pretty white cloth...hehehe. Stupina sees this as an opportunity. I
start to "sit" on the table, angling my butt toward it to see if they
try to stop me. They don't...so I get on the table and go to "sleep".
I stay asleep for a while, snoring loudly. Someone asks if I am the
wild beast he was called to kill and clean. I eventually wake up and
head on my way. I keep having that good Stupina energy and get stopped
as I am heading to get changed. I make it back in good time and am
mostly on my way by the time the large group arrives.
WIRED BUT CUTE
I have been gifted with a thick light yellow ribbon to wrap around my
neck as a choker. This allows me to wrap the mic around and hide it.
It stays through most of site and I finally get to the stage. I am so
hoping that I will run into Daisy Seymour. My character "hates" her
and she wears pale yellow. I am chuckling at the possibility of her
talking about how we have the same taste and how fun that is and
watching me flinch. Hee. No such luck though.
LET'S GET MARRIED!
The show is fun, the cast is great, the energy is good, and my mic
keeps going in and out. I figure it is the battery, though, I can't fix
it till the end of the show and have to belt through the show. CRAP.
I WILL have good mic shows, I WILL have good mic shows.
BLASTITALLTOHELL! I gather my props after the show and head back to
get Baby Stupina. On the way, I am stopped by a rose seller. She has a
gift for me and asks me to stay while she gets it. I continue talking
to the mother (first time to the village) while we watch her daughter
play with bubbles. The rose seller returns with a godiva box. Um,
grand, I am mildly allergic to chocolate and most people who know me
know I don't touch it till closing day. Sick joke. She says I have to
open it in front of her...ok, I do. It is filled with fresh asparagus
and brussel sprouts. I laugh out loud. I love both vegetables, but not
many know that. I have strong suspicions as to who this is now.
MORE STOPPAGE
I head to get Baby Stupina and am stopped by ANOTHER rose seller. This
one has my romance war hit. it is a beautiful silver and baroque pearl
bracelet. I love it. Next I see a sleeping hot patron and use my sign
to try to make a breeze. Which annoys some random person who gets a
bit snotty. I apologize sincerely, but I could tell I was talking to
someone who had translated in to mother mode and wasn't very forgiving.
Ah well. I finally make it to get my little girl and set down my
gifts, which I promptly spill all over the place. I have lost a few
Brussel Sprouts to the cause. Sniff. FINALLY, she and I head out to do
our daily dance. Midway through, I see her string start to unravel. Um,
uh-oh. Surgery time. I head back to Dragon Wings and leave her in
Eric's capable hands. I head out and chat with a few patrons. It is
just about time for me to go backstage to change, and I stop on the way
out to see how she is doing. Richard Southwell stops by to see what was
going on and admires the surgical skill of Eric. We head backstage and
get changed for Lying Valet.
NOTES, NOTES
We are mid changing and are called out for notes. After getting them, I
don't bother going back in and finish getting dressed out in the porch.
I am being tied and laced by Mrs. Puch and Mali Green. I feel so over
primped, but there is a time deadline. I head up to the stage to do
much the same thing for Melissa with the rest of the ladies in the
cast. The audience is very responsive and I recognize an old friend or
two in the crowd. My voice that could scare the dead is still scary
and we dance our way to the end. As we leave, I see Magna backstage
preparing for Wolgemut. I get changed, go and get Baby Stupina and
head back on the street. Goodbye duty is much more goodbying and hand
shaking as Wolgemut's show is a bit quieter. Time flies and my work
day is officially over.
MISSED VISITS
I am berated for not visiting that booth earlier, as promised, but my
other obligations kept me away. I head toward the pub and find myself
flitting between person and person. It is just an odd feeling, there
is on place I am feeling like I click with. There is a mention of a
sick performer during pub sing and I am worried. No specifics, but it
sets my teeth on edge. I tell a little boy who is trying to climb on
top of Manny that he is not allowed as it is not safe. He stands near
it instead. I am handed a rose, with no message and no information as
to who it is from. I have a VERY strong suspicion who it is, but I do
not know the person and, even though I stand very near him for a while,
he says nothing, but stares at me alot.
RUN TO THE SOUND OF MY AMP
At this point, Emrys notes that he forgot to put his sound system away.
I realize I have made the same mistake. I head over with him to the
Fortune to pack up. I discover Lelio has sweetly done that task for me.
I help Emrys pack up to the strains of the Rogue's Pub Sing. We head
back to the White Hart and hear the final strains of the Boatman. We
are both sad to miss the song, but we know it had to be done. I again
feel my wanderlust and stroll through the pub not feeling settled. A
stranger starts up a conversation with me JUST as Auld Lang Syne is
being sung and I hear them preparing the bells. I don't have the
ability to tell this person to stop, I need my moment, and I feel it
flit by me. Unsettling. The cannon booms, the day is done, and I
follow the back of the line (with the running monarchs) toward the
gate. The Marchioness and I peel of early to catch our breath. Good
lord, tall men can move fast.
QUIET ENDINGS
I am exhausted and am packing layer after layer. AGAIN I drop my
asparagus while packing up my stuff. RASSA FRASSA DAG NABBIT! It is
all salvagable this time. I am trying to figure out if I want to have
dinner out or just collapse at home as I had more work waiting for me.
I decide to collapse after getting gas, dinner on the road, and barely
working (though starting this). Another weekend done, next weekend is
the half-way point.
Pyrate Weekend:
Saturday, Princess Ariana will be reading, bring your kids
Sunday, Bertilda Spriggan, the Fairy Godmother will be reading, bring
your laughter.
Till next we speak...
Michele/Columbina/Stupina
11:30 at Gatehouse, 2:30 at Fortune, 4:00 at Gatehouse and on
Shakespeare Weekend at 5:30 on Globe
Teatro! When all you need is a little cheese.
AFR Goddess of Love
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marika
Michele/Columbina/Stupina wrote:
I was there and had a great time. I am reposting your whole piece in
another newgroup that is interested in your account. Thus, no
snipping.
I don't remember seeing your act specifically but now will take time
out with our next visit.
I do have a comment or two below
The Scottish bagpipe band? Is that the one?
Who was the lady in the kilt and the pink hightops.
Was that a fashion statement or somethin' else?
> BOOM CHACALACALACA
> The cannon roars...slowly...real slowly...like, it doesn't go for a
> minute or so. I look up and see them frantically restuffing the cannon
> to relight it. THIS time it works. The gates open and the village is
> alive and bustling again. I am greeted by little girls and boys, adults
> and others who are here to have a good time. We have our fountain
> welcomes/goodbyes, and I pop off the fountain to wander. I meet A LOT
> of people who have never been here before and are just figuring out
> what to do. I dust, I hug, I sleep on, and converse with the patrons
> pouring in.
>
> TROOP ON
> I meet up with some men who are troop leaders for some kind of eagle
> scouty type thing. They are all wearing yellow shirts. Somehow, I
> convince these troupe leaders that they should watch me become a girlie
> girl. I don't expect to see them at the show, but the interactions
> are fun.
>
> SINGING WITH THE DIRT
> I have started to find a regular morning home up by O'Shucks.
O'Shucks rocks. I could eat breakfast lunch and dinner there
> Normally there is great traffic there. Today, I am not seeing the
> overwhelming traffic this way.
The fair seemed lighter than normal in attendance. Can't be the
weather as it was about perfect.
Could it be gas prices?
I don't know which of the leather booths it was, but I was looking at
some stuff and asked my friend why they wore those cuffs. She said for
protection. Then I looked inside the cuff and saw the soft padding of
fake fur.
I said gte out of here, what is this for.
She finally decided it was bondage stuff.
The vendor came over to me (possibly the unfriendly one you describe
here) and asked me what I wanted to know and I explained that I had
already figured it out.
He must have told me a billion times that he never wears this stuff and
would never care to model it.
Like why would I care what he wears and doesn't.
Then I said you need a better sales spiel dude
and he said I don't need one because I sell altogether so much of this
and then did his I don't wear or model this stuff spiel again
whatEVER....
Imagine what people back then did to find their voices in the dust
mk5000
"i see couples wrestle with this issue frequently. First, there's
nothing symbolically wrong with non-matching wedding bands. Most
couples don't wear matching clothes or drive matching cars, and it's
not uncommon for people to buy non-matching bands"--bergio
Michele/Columbina/Stupina
I would appreciate knowing which list you are reposting this in. Since
it is my words, I just would like to be aware of who is seeing them (in
a general sense).
Didn't see the hightops on the band that passed me, though I do
remember some female drummers. I only saw them at opening gate, so I
can't be more specific.
Oh, and I am pretty positive the person at the booth is not an owner,
but a regular employee. And I believe I DID see him wearing "that
stuff". But that is neither here nor there.
Michele/Columbina/Stupina
and all that other sig stuff.
marika
Michele/Columbina/Stupina wrote:
> Hey Marika:
>
> I would appreciate knowing which list you are reposting this in.
Hi Michelle.
I actually crossposted it to alt.usenet.legends.lester-mosley, where
some of the participants had been discussing the Maryland Renfaire and
comparing other similar festivals in Europe.
One thing that the folks there wanted to know (and I am not a good
enough historian to answer this) is why the renaissance is defined
somewhat differently in US/UK versus say France and Germany
> Since
> it is my words, I just would like to be aware of who is seeing them (in
> a general sense).
nice people will be viewing them!
>
> Didn't see the hightops on the band that passed me, though I do
> remember some female drummers. I only saw them at opening gate, so I
> can't be more specific.
>
> Oh, and I am pretty positive the person at the booth is not an owner,
> but a regular employee. And I believe I DID see him wearing "that
> stuff".
LOL that's the guy!
>But that is neither here nor there.
>
I was just wondering, have you ever seen any famous people at the
renfaires, and especially maybe some politicians at the Maryland one?
I remember seeing Newt Gingrich with Lester himself at the WW II
memorial, but that would not be that unusual.
I kind of imagine that if politicians came they would wear masks too,
just like the ones on your website, so as not to be recognized?
This has not been "rambling."
well yeah maybe it was, but most people in AULLM are used to my doing
that
mk5000
"we have only one planet, and the way we are using it up is of the
gravest concern. Wherever you live there is something to be preserved:
air quality, a tract of ground, a river"--TOm Brokaw
John W. Kennedy
> One thing that the folks there wanted to know (and I am not a good
> enough historian to answer this) is why the renaissance is defined
> somewhat differently in US/UK versus say France and Germany
Because it didn't happen all over Europe at the same time. C. S. Lewis
even denied that there ever had been a Renaissance in England, "or," he
continued, "if it did, it had no importance."
--
John W. Kennedy
"I want everybody to be smart. As smart as they can be. A world of
ignorant people is too dangerous to live in."
-- Garson Kanin. "Born Yesterday"
marika
John W. Kennedy wrote:
> marika wrote:
> > One thing that the folks there wanted to know (and I am not a good
> > enough historian to answer this) is why the renaissance is defined
> > somewhat differently in US/UK versus say France and Germany
>
> Because it didn't happen all over Europe at the same time. C. S. Lewis
> even denied that there ever had been a Renaissance in England, "or," he
> continued, "if it did, it had no importance."
>
thanks.
that makes lots of sense