Md part sette, 2005
Oct. 12th, 2005 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ptpgradFinally dried out, I am home and warmish. Just doing LOTS of laundry. Same caveats apply…read at your leisure and for your pleasure…away we go
RAIN
Ok, the dust was getting bad and lots of people were hoping for rain, so we got it…IN SPADES. It started raining on Thursday and pretty much didn’t stop until last Sunday morning. This…SUCKS. I know some people like rain days, but I really don’t anymore. It becomes a day with a lot of actorbating and chatting with friends, it throws off the patterns and is much more exhausting than a regular day. I LOVED not having a brown nose booger at the end of the day, but my shoes were sopping wet and cold. I have found the hole in my catskills for sure too…joy.
ROUTINELY
So I get up and do the standard morning stuff. The night before I had been up late on business, so I was a bit more tired. I did all the standard stuff, made a protein smoothie fruit shake, and got the hair braided. Thick braids today, no point in otherwise. I am reorganizing my brain to figure out how to make the Girlie Show happen, and doubting it will be possible. I bring a towel to lay on the stage, I figure I will use the other hoop to save the pretty one longer, etc. I am waffling on which costume I will put on when I get there. The Lelios and I head to site and head to the Fortune.
RING RING GO AWAY
We go to test the mics and I am ringing up an effing storm. I turn all the settings from last week down, it’s BETTER, but it is still pretty bad. I am so frustrated that we simply can’t get this to work smoothly every day. Oh well. I head toward gatehouse and head to the top dry area to try to stretch a bit. I do a few things and the rain starts up again. Grand. I head to the costume house to get changed and the rain really starts again…ok, questions answered, no Stupina today. I HATE this, but the face is papier mache and I am just not risking my future work for one day of crap. As I am getting dressed, Mrs. Pugh comes in later. She is now even more behind because I am in need of her skills early. Stitch informs me she will be out working Singles Day and needs me to help her by being Stunt Stitch tonight. I see Pam and give her the day off.
40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS
I felt like we should be walking in twos. We are informed that cast call is at the costume house, which is no surprise. The water is rising and some of the cast kindly starts laying down wood pallets so we can cross the river that is starting to grow across the walking path. Cast call is quick and basic. We are informed that opening gate will be a basic announcement. BEEP. Then the rain gets crazy heavy and the flooding starts to flow up to the concrete of the costume house. It’s around ½ inch all around it. YIKES. I get out of there and take care of an errand before the day starts, then head to the front gate. I stand under the souvenir booth overhang in hopes of staying partially dry.
STUNT DOUBLE TAKE
Stitch has to run the Singles weekend so she asks me if I would be ok at playing stunt Stitch for the day. I say ok and get ready to head out. There are already some performers on the gates under the over hang talking to the patrons. Somehow, Nymblewyke manages to get the cannon to fire and BOOM the day begins. The “huge” crowd trickles in. Mrs. Pugh, Dash, Jean Cabot, Robin and Marian, and I stand in the rain and call to all the patrons. “Welcome to Soggy England” and other such things. It doesn’t last long as the “rush” is gone. I begin to sing rounds of Rose Red with Mrs. Pugh. We drag Maid Marian over and I teach them Oaken Leaves (the way I learned it at Dellarte). It’s a tough one, but we do manage to sing it through once.
WOW, IT IS SLOW
They close one of the entrance gates after the rush as there aren’t many arriving…soon after, they close another so there is only one gate open. It feels kinda lonely here. This is why I hate rain days. No Stupina and very few patrons to talk to. I have told the regulars that since she normally dehydrates, this time she stood out in the rain and so over swelled that she can’t fit through the stage door, so she can’t perform. It gets a chuckle. I start to head toward the Singles Weekend area to see if they need help, but they have so over prepared for the crowds, that I am uneeded. Sniff. I begin to wander the site to see if there is anyone to talk to. I do find some patrons, but not many. I find I am talking mostly to vendors, who also look bored. The rain is coming in waves now and my cloak is soaked through to my shirt. We hear that parts of 450 are flooded and people are having problems going over the roads.
ESCORT SERVICE
I still get a number for singles weekend and head out of the pub. I run into the gentleman I thought sent me a rose a few weeks ago. He introduces himself and informs me he did in fact send me that rose. We strike up a conversation. I am wandering around still, since I am working, and he follows me. I begin introducing him around the site. I feel as if I have suddenly gotten my own personal escort. He is finally talking more than the previous time we met and he is kind. I am starting to get the performer “need to wanders” that I have. I don’t normally spend more than a few moments with anyone. It’s not an insult, its just that there are literally thousands of people at the faire every day and I want to affect as many of them as I can…so I get antsy when I spend more than a few moments with anyone.
MEA CULPA
I head toward Gatehouse to let people know the Stupina Show is cancelled. I arrive in time to see the second half of Princess Mary’s story. I have heard this from backstage and it often brings tears or chills to my body. It is odd to see them all covered in cloaks, missing hats and carefully walking or sitting. It is still effective, but the one section that usually dramatically effects me isn’t what I expected to see. I am informed later that it wasn’t and that normally the princess is dragged to sign the “confession” they write for her. Makes a WHOLE LOT more sense. The audience of …6 or so of us enjoyed it. I head backstage after helping SMJ gather props off the stage. I take off my cloak and realize EXACTLY how very much water has soaked up into it. It’s the weight of a small child. UrGH.
BAIL!!!
After the show is cancelled, I head back out to the site alone. I start heading down the roads I don’t get to often. This includes Stub Toe Lane and the Boardwalk. When I head toward the boardwalk, I am warned by he vendors to be careful on the road as the walk has been partially flooded. I walk slowly and carefully through. The wood side is completely covered in water and the mud side is muddy, but clear. Am still not seeing many people and find myself ending up talking to vendors far more than patrons. I am getting hungry very early and find myself headed back to the Steak on a Stake booth near O’Shucks. They are slow enough that they are cooking to order. I get a medium rare steak and it is quite yummy. I head toward Leather Rose to say hello to those who are becoming a regular, if brief, part of my day. I share my steak with the lady who stands outside and then head back to the pub…still not needed.
NOWHERE TO GO
I head back into the village stopping on occasion to stand in the downpours to get more soaked…the rain picks up again and I duck into the Wayt Gallery. For those who loved that sketch I showed around. He is the artist who did it. As I stand there, I hear Rogues, over the hill in the Dragon Inn. I thought that rain kept them from playing, but I was wrong. I see poor Robin Hood come out onto the fortune in the pouring rain. I am hoping for him he doesn’t have to do it, but a father and little girl come running to the stage. I also know he can’t do the show without 6 people, which I inform the patrons I am joking with in the booth. They decide to head over to play. I found out from Robin that they were all cast in the show and it was fun. Glad I was to help.
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
I hit other booths trying to find someone and killing time looking for patrons. I stop in Bullseye, the two jewelry booths nearby and beyond. I find out from one of the vendors that it seems to be the day for vendors to go out shopping. I figure that it should be crowded now and head back to the White Hart to see if I am needed. This time, I am. They are pinning the numbers on people because the stickers don’t stick on the very wet costumes, etc. I remake mine, as it has gotten soggy, and start handing out more.
WHY I DON”T DO THIS
So, since I am rather central to the area, I do start to get a few messages. Some are from people who are not ones I would ever recommend for myself, some are from people who think that telling how nice my cleavage is will get a response. If the person was “not my type” but sweet or clever, they still got a reply from me…otherwise…buzz! Even if they were good looking, the rudeness was a precursor for what I might get in the future, and it just wasn’t impressive. I receive a note from an kindly faced man who peaks my interest. He asks if we can meet, but it is just time for my show. I tell him I would be pleased to chat with him when I return. He comes up and asks me about the show, I tell him where it is, and head toward the Fortune.
LAST MINUTE HOOK UP
Of the mic that is, really people. I didn’t want it laced to me if it was wet as it could be dangerous to have myself wet AND electrically charged. I also don’t bring the sign as it really can’t get wet or it will get moldy and damaged. I arrive and Maid Marian wires me for sound. The rain seems to have stopped and the system is working…We do ring some, but not much we can do for that. We decide to do the show on the lower level, since we don’t expect any kind of a crowd. We do rather well though, pulling in around 40 or so people. May not be much, but on a day like that, it was pretty good. The Best Man turns out to be our bartender from a pub we go to during the week. He is good, as is all our cast and the show really was quite fun, if more intimate. Lelio had a new joke he wanted to add, but we couldn’t find the right space for it. Turns out that the space we had was perfect and it goes over rather well. Also in the audience is that guy from the pub and his cohorts. He compliments me after the show and we go our several ways.
IS THAT FOR ME?
I head back to the White Hart to allow the ladies working there a moments respite. One has to run and the other needs to eat. I man the table while Mrs. Pugh runs the board. I am gifted with a few more messages. Again, mixed in nature. I also see a person that I have been recently charmed by, so I send him one. (yes, you only can complain that you don’t GET messages if you get up off your duff and send some). Before I know it, it is time for the Lying Valet and Mrs. Pugh and I must leave to change. I leave my cloak (that still weighs the same as a small child) to the table next to where we are as they want to keep that clear for their work. Many of the claimed tables are the tables of the White Hart regulars, but with the rain, we really didn’t have a choice. Some patrons (in their 40’s or so) sit on the table nearby and get very drunk. One of the women is flashing the people walking by (lifting her top) and I ask her to please stop. Soon after they leave, after trying to take my cloak, the SM’s bag and someone else’s stuff. Great Quality.
HIDE OVER HERE
We go to get changed and the rain is starting again. We can’t bring out the virginal (music) and have to restage the ending of the show. We run what we need to and the main cast heads up the stairs. SMR tells us to get changed but stay at the costume house till it is closer to our entrance. We have no qualms with that. I don’t put on my sleeves as they are not washable and I won’t have time to dry them tomorrow. We realize we need to be up there a bit earlier as there are 4 of us helping LP with her costume change. We head up and are asked to stand under the tarping by the stairs. It is time and we all crowd into that little space below the overhang. It may look decent in size, but when you have 5 women (4 in hoops) and two other actors all crowded in trying to do a costume change, it’s not so easy.
REVAMP IN THE DAMP
We agree to leave the playing cards upstairs so they don’t get damaged in the rain. JUST as we are starting to head on stage, the rain picks up. We step out to a steady drizzle and about 10 or so people standing at the back of the house, not willing to sit and get their bottoms wet. We are getting rained on, and the actors on the bottom of the stage far worse than we. We come ½ down the stairs and ignore the drip drip on our bodies. Then I look down to my skirt. Because the overskirt trails a bit after me on the stairs, my bottom ½ of my skirt is entirely covered in water…soaking it up in the puddles…OH joy. At the end of the show, instead of dancing, we chase off the waiters then come in for our curtain call. It works well enough and the 10 in the back are appreciative.
BACK INTO THE TRENCHES
I head downstairs to the dry warm costume house and remove the hoop and overskirt. I don’t bother removing my jewels as I am just heading to the White Hart, but, because of that, I tighten the neckline of my dress. There is only SO much attention I want and definitely NOT because of them. On my way back, I see Sinnius Vice chatting with Zenobia and give him a quick hello hug. Off to the pub and my work table. During the day, Mrs. Pugh has received a number of love notes from a very charming and amusing man. As she can not write, a number of us are writing back for her, transcribing what she wants to tell him. I mean, SHE can, but her character can’t and she is a stickler for that.
DOUBLEMINT TWINS
But not those…I receive another note from a man who is sitting just across the aisle from me. The gentleman next to him is writing to the lady next to me. They are definitely men’s men, but we both begin an exchange. I reply in period speech and he tells me he can’t write in rhyme. Um, no rhymes, but then, I can’t always expect too much. We are approached by a man and woman with the dating sheet…there has been miscommunication and we are expecting one thing and the people on the top are doing something else. Eventually we realize what is going on and apologize to the poor man who has come up to us fighting these over and over.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
So at last year’s Singles weekend I met and briefly dated a gentleman I met there. We didn’t end up as a couple, but we are still friends. I saw him in the pub again wearing a number and wished him a “happy anniversary.” He is amused and later buys me a rose to commemorate the event. I also receive a reply from the gentleman I sent a message to. We begin a brief correspondence, which makes me chuckle, but it is now almost time to close up shop. We shrink the tables down to one and papers, we are only at 285 or so in numbers.
LOOK UP, LOOK UP
This is day of continued changes. The magic sound man is rewiring frantically. Pub sing is being moved and split on the stage AND upstairs. There is much neck crimping and the sound feels unworldly, as it comes from one spot but you hear it behind you. I can hear far less tonight, but you can always hear better if you see the mouths moving. They sing Old Dun Cow…I cover my ears a lot. It makes Buddy Holly (for lack of a better name) yell even louder. The Military Man and I still chat as well and it seems that Stitch has decided to tell me I am “stealing her boyfriend.” LOL.
ODD ENDINGS
Richard is on his last day, so the Merrie Minstrel sings the Parting Glass at the end of the sing. I do so love that song. Pub Sing isn’t over, but I am going to be Stunt Stitch so I need to get back to answer questions. I get to the house and the floor is a disgusting mess of leaves, mud and gunk. Well, you CAN see floor, but I wouldn’t want to go barefoot on it. I begin to pack up all the overly wet stuff to make sure it’s dry for tomorrow. The Lying Valet stuff isn’t TOO wet, so I figure I can leave it here. I send people out on time (ish) and begin to sweep up the gunk. It goes pretty well too. Stitch shows up and finishes the needed things and we all lock up.
ROUNDLY CHINESE
We hear there is a long wait for dinner. We get to Ground Round and it’s a 45 minute wait…the joys of boat weekend. We cross the road to House of Hunan. There, a group of 17 or so order many foods. I get Peking Duck…mmmmm. I see my friends at the other side of the restaurant and drop by them as well. One of our grouping isn’t feeling well and goes home early. I snarf some of Am’s fried rice (skipping around the seafood) and take half my food home, which I promptly leave in Lelio’s car for 3 days…wasted meal. Sigh. We get hot towels, sherbert, and x-rated fortune cookies…don’t eat them, they are stale, but the fortunes are amusing.
NO SLEEP FOR THE PREPARED
Lelio suggests we put the boots and dirty stuff in the laundry first and the cleaner stuff after. We set it up and I run a wash as well. They go to sleep. His boots keep kicking the dryer open. I finally give up and put the wash and other wet stuff in the dryer and wait on the boots. I stuff my boots with newspaper and sit them on the vents and turn the house heat on for the first time. I am slowly getting back to normal temperatures from the chill. After that finally dries, I take them out (after untangling the boot strings from the cloaks) I don’t go to sleep till after midnight. This displeases me greatly. This is the latest I have ever gone to sleep when I have been working faire. Urf, I will be feeling it.
NO NO NO NONONONONONO
The alarm rings and I slowly start to move. I am up and out of the bathroom before the Lelio’s alarm goes off. I am out early today to do my warm up before they get to site. I park by the road, go to the Gatehouse, warm up and head to Fortune. Once there, I check my sound, which is better, but ringy. The Lelios arrive and we test. Grand. Off to brekkies. I miss not having the cheese omelet. The price we pay. I have my eggs, sausage, potatoes and oj. MMMMM. Warm and yummy.
WHAT HAPPENED!?!?!
I get to the costume house and no one is there. Stitch arrives and I get my props out, I use a regular hoop, not the pretty one, as I don’t want it muddy if I can avoid it. VERY SLOWLY people arrive. As I am changing, I begin to hear the stories of the day before…Frat privy tipping, drunk college kids bringing in beer, mime vengance, and much much more. We jokingly speak of what Stupina would look like on a rampage, and after laughing, decide it was not a very good idea. I am VERY lucky I didn’t get to feel the presence of these awful people. Yeesh. I only got drunk adults being children. I head to my meeting before the meeting, then to morning meeting. We hear more and hear how very small the audience was. Ah well. Today should be better, though not great. We BEEP and I go off to deal with my romance war hit.
SPECIAL NEW MOMENTS
Ok, gate opens, boom, we greet the crowds, the ladies and I run the round a bit more and I head into the village. I can’t really SIT anywhere in the dirt because it’s all mud. I find a small bench to sit on and begin to sing from there. The rhymes are different and on occasion I have to edit or censor myself as words aren’t flowing quite appropriately. I do a bit more wandering than ususal today. I see the Angels in different clothing today. Dodo is looking particularly male today, but they are having fun with a drum at the end of Kenwood. Fun idea. Its time for me to head to the Gatehouse and I begin to prepare.
STUPINA’S NEW ADVENTURE
As I am heading back toward the the front, I run into the Seymours near Heinike’s. I stop and so does Shep. We make eye contact. We say nothing. He says, “My name is Shep”…to which I respond, “My name is Stupina.”….silence….”I have a bucket.” “I have a handkerchief”…..looking around….silence….”would you like me to dust your bucket with my handkerchief?” “OK.” …dusting ensues…more silence….”Well, Seymour J needs me, I should be going.” “Goodbye.” “Goodbye.” And just like that…Stupina fell in love.
YELLOW DUCKIE
I head more toward the front and as I am getting near the exit, I see HIM again. Shep…sigh. I stop to stare briefly at him when the Marchioness of Exeter bounds up to Seymour J. I hit dirt. She is so excited with her new song, she forgets to tell me to rise, so I stay. She begins to sing her rendition of “Yellow duckie, you’re the one…you make this village so much fun…” etc. I begin to sing “badum badum” in between the lines to add the musical accompaniment. Shep joins me. She finishes. Seymour looks dumbfounded for a moment…and then, he grabs her, dips her, and kisses her. On that note, I take my leave and head to find Columbina.
I THOUGHT IT WAS RAINING THEM YESTERDAY
While doing so, I find out about the blocking change from SMJ and touch base with my reader, Mali Green. She and I have fun. Some of my fans who haven’t been to the village in a few years are there and one even entertains BeerPam by buying a tshirt…(you KNOW you want one…you KNOW you NEED one…MUST BUY TSHIRT….sorry.) I am looking through the crowd but there are VERY FEW men in the audience. This is not good as I have to have one to finish the show and I don’t want my costumed fans, I would rather have someone more “everyman” in the audience. I do find him and the show ends happily and I clear the stage quickly as we have run long…not over, but I have about 35 seconds to clear the stage for the next act. I hate running long, but the next act is very considerate. I am off by her time and away I go.
STUNT DOUBLE
I head back to street and begin to wander again. I find a spot of dirt, not mud and sit down, up by Piland’s area. I begin to sing to the passers by. Some stop and chat. A few vendors stop to say sadly how awful it is I can’t join them and wear a mask today. I am now circled by a few of them and am waving through them to patrons who walk by. It is time to leave and I begin to wander back. As I am changing, I see a very rushed JD run in and go to the Men’s Dressing room to change. He quickly says he has to replace Seymour at the renewal of vows ceremony as he has been injured in Macbeth…Huh? He comes back out and notes that there was a slight accident and much blood on stage, well, ok, not MUCH, but even the slightest head wound bleeds like a mofo. As I am changed and head to site, I see SMJ who notes “I hate blood on stage when it’s real.” Yeesh.
THE LADIES WHO LUNCH
As I enter the streets, I am greeted by Daisy Seymour (what is it with Seymours and me this day?). She is so excited because we are BOTH in Yellow and that means we can be best friends…oh….joy. For those that don’t know, Columbina HATES Daisy. Please note that I really like the actress playing her, but my character simply can’t stand the simpering inanity that is the Female Seymour cousin. I shudder and cringe for the patrons and then head to lunch. I get my Steak on a Stake and sit and eat with a mother and daughter. They are sweet people and we discuss literature and entertainment. It is a great pleasure to entertain them. I head out on the streets and toward FORTUNE.
WHO’S THERE
I head out to the dining area to announce the Wedding. As I am speaking, I see Sedge who is to be doing the Renaissance Idol competition at 2:15. I finish speaking and turn the “stage/bench” over to him. I greet a few more patrons and head back to Fortune. Emrys is finishing up his show, but there seems to be a problem. There is someone else talking through his speaker. He calls to Lelio to let him know he’s on, but he’s not. Emrys finishes his show and comes back. We are setting up late and realize that the extra voice is coming in directly on my channel. We have to unhook my mic, change the channel on it, not sure if it will work or not, and plug me back in. We don’t hear Nymblewyck anymore, but I am ringing to hell and back. I test my movement to figure out what I can and can’t do on the stage and hope to god we can make it through.
GREEN DAY
The wedding cast is a lot of fun and the show goes well. I begin to head back and realize I can’t take baby Stupina out on street. This makes me sad as I do like to entertain with her. I wander talking to patrons until it’s time to change for Lying Valet. On the way back, I see a large crowd waiting. It seems the Greenmen were about to make their appearance on the streets to bless the village. They are taking longer than I want to stand there and I start to wander and talk to others. Before I leave, they have stepped out onto the streets.
DAMPENED MOMENTS
I head backstage to put my dress on, the one outfit I didn’t take home…and yes, it’s wet, damp and uncomfortable. Ick. While there, I am regaled with the tale of the renegade Madrigal singers. It seems a local high school madrigal group wanted to perform here and wasn’t hired. They noted that after Macbeth, the stage was blank, so they got up and started singing without an invite…all 40 or so of them. They were asked to leave the stage. I hear that later they tried to perform again at the Renaissance Idol show and were stopped again. YEESH. We head to do the show and I notice that one of the people on stage with me today is suffering from severe body odor. I am grateful for my fan as I am having trouble breathing.
MUSIC FROM ON HIGH
I head back downstage and remove the over layers. I have been piling my “to take home” laundry in to the corner of my area and the pile is starting to get very big. At the gate, I stop quickly by Gatehouse and purchase a Wolgemut CD to help support the boys who are partially, finally back. We are told that next week, the nice Swede will have French Canadian help. Oooh lala. I start to greet people here, but it’s not as much fun without my visual girl. I meet two women looking to hit the atm. I find out one of them was the winner of the almost hijacked Renaissance Idol show. I sing an Italian love song to her and she sings Caro Mio Bene. She indeed has a lovely voice. After they leave, Nan Mannerly and I head up to the top of the gate. From this view, we begin to have fun chatting with the exiting patrons, asking how those with white sneakers managed to keep their shoes clean.
BLESSINGS
With the arrival of Sedge, Phoebe, and Reginald, Nan and I take our leave…after being shhhd by the people at Gatehouse playing very quiet music. As I head toward the pub for pub sing, I meet up with a friend who is helping me with a dastardly plan for my romance war hit. He assists me with the help of some lovely vendor types in my evil doings and I buy him a rose for his lady as payment. I head toward the pub and the show has started. I meet up with some of the Greenmen who bless me. Soon after, I see rose sellers with HUGE bunches of roses. They are selling them in bulk and I am rosed by WDragon. That, without it’s tube, was the only rose that really survived the weekend.
KONFUSIONS
During the Pub Sing, I am requested to assist in bringing a little girl who lost her father to meet the king. She gets to meet him, and, after a short while, her mother and I escort her out. Pub Sing really is a PG show and not the place for little ones, but we have made the little girl and her mom happy, and that is what matters. The pub sing is back to it’s normal rollicking silliness. The theme of the show is Emrys Fleet’s last day. He comes up at the end and says how he can’t believe that it has been 8 weeks already. He is informed it is only week 7 and he has another week on his contract…oops. There is much laughter. Next, is the fireball, but today it is from the roof of the pub…well the top level. The circle is in front of him and I can see it has a break. I grab Cyd’s staff in one hand and offer my roses as a stick in the other hand to Edward Seymour (see more Seymours…oh god, I didn’t even realize what that looked like till I typed it. Ugh). I complete the “circle” under him and the fireball brushes the leaves, which are still wet.
ENDINGS AND RESTING
I wait for the bells and leave soon after. Pub Sing is not quite done. I don’t leave with the royals, but trail behind seeing the darkness. I almost break my arm gathering all my laundry. Today is payday and I grab my check after packing up my crap. I meet with a very small group for dinner. We talk and talk and talk. A margarita or two for one and water for me. No good deserts for me either but dinner was yummy and the conversation better. We close the restaurant. We go outside so they can go home and sit outside talking till after 11 pm. I hear hysterical stories of having to watch Extremeties in the rain in the middle of nowhere, drama and more drama, and we laugh until we hurt and are crying. It was a well-needed catharsis for the stressful weekend.
Well, now that I have rambled a lot, NEXT weekend is the big one…
11:30 Stupina show
Sat: Gauche Renfield (Little John)
Sunday: Lady Kytson
2:30 Italian Wedding
4:00 Lying Valet
AND
5:30 TAMING OF THE SHREW at GLOBE for one weekend only!!!!!
See you there!
RAIN
Ok, the dust was getting bad and lots of people were hoping for rain, so we got it…IN SPADES. It started raining on Thursday and pretty much didn’t stop until last Sunday morning. This…SUCKS. I know some people like rain days, but I really don’t anymore. It becomes a day with a lot of actorbating and chatting with friends, it throws off the patterns and is much more exhausting than a regular day. I LOVED not having a brown nose booger at the end of the day, but my shoes were sopping wet and cold. I have found the hole in my catskills for sure too…joy.
ROUTINELY
So I get up and do the standard morning stuff. The night before I had been up late on business, so I was a bit more tired. I did all the standard stuff, made a protein smoothie fruit shake, and got the hair braided. Thick braids today, no point in otherwise. I am reorganizing my brain to figure out how to make the Girlie Show happen, and doubting it will be possible. I bring a towel to lay on the stage, I figure I will use the other hoop to save the pretty one longer, etc. I am waffling on which costume I will put on when I get there. The Lelios and I head to site and head to the Fortune.
RING RING GO AWAY
We go to test the mics and I am ringing up an effing storm. I turn all the settings from last week down, it’s BETTER, but it is still pretty bad. I am so frustrated that we simply can’t get this to work smoothly every day. Oh well. I head toward gatehouse and head to the top dry area to try to stretch a bit. I do a few things and the rain starts up again. Grand. I head to the costume house to get changed and the rain really starts again…ok, questions answered, no Stupina today. I HATE this, but the face is papier mache and I am just not risking my future work for one day of crap. As I am getting dressed, Mrs. Pugh comes in later. She is now even more behind because I am in need of her skills early. Stitch informs me she will be out working Singles Day and needs me to help her by being Stunt Stitch tonight. I see Pam and give her the day off.
40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS
I felt like we should be walking in twos. We are informed that cast call is at the costume house, which is no surprise. The water is rising and some of the cast kindly starts laying down wood pallets so we can cross the river that is starting to grow across the walking path. Cast call is quick and basic. We are informed that opening gate will be a basic announcement. BEEP. Then the rain gets crazy heavy and the flooding starts to flow up to the concrete of the costume house. It’s around ½ inch all around it. YIKES. I get out of there and take care of an errand before the day starts, then head to the front gate. I stand under the souvenir booth overhang in hopes of staying partially dry.
STUNT DOUBLE TAKE
Stitch has to run the Singles weekend so she asks me if I would be ok at playing stunt Stitch for the day. I say ok and get ready to head out. There are already some performers on the gates under the over hang talking to the patrons. Somehow, Nymblewyke manages to get the cannon to fire and BOOM the day begins. The “huge” crowd trickles in. Mrs. Pugh, Dash, Jean Cabot, Robin and Marian, and I stand in the rain and call to all the patrons. “Welcome to Soggy England” and other such things. It doesn’t last long as the “rush” is gone. I begin to sing rounds of Rose Red with Mrs. Pugh. We drag Maid Marian over and I teach them Oaken Leaves (the way I learned it at Dellarte). It’s a tough one, but we do manage to sing it through once.
WOW, IT IS SLOW
They close one of the entrance gates after the rush as there aren’t many arriving…soon after, they close another so there is only one gate open. It feels kinda lonely here. This is why I hate rain days. No Stupina and very few patrons to talk to. I have told the regulars that since she normally dehydrates, this time she stood out in the rain and so over swelled that she can’t fit through the stage door, so she can’t perform. It gets a chuckle. I start to head toward the Singles Weekend area to see if they need help, but they have so over prepared for the crowds, that I am uneeded. Sniff. I begin to wander the site to see if there is anyone to talk to. I do find some patrons, but not many. I find I am talking mostly to vendors, who also look bored. The rain is coming in waves now and my cloak is soaked through to my shirt. We hear that parts of 450 are flooded and people are having problems going over the roads.
ESCORT SERVICE
I still get a number for singles weekend and head out of the pub. I run into the gentleman I thought sent me a rose a few weeks ago. He introduces himself and informs me he did in fact send me that rose. We strike up a conversation. I am wandering around still, since I am working, and he follows me. I begin introducing him around the site. I feel as if I have suddenly gotten my own personal escort. He is finally talking more than the previous time we met and he is kind. I am starting to get the performer “need to wanders” that I have. I don’t normally spend more than a few moments with anyone. It’s not an insult, its just that there are literally thousands of people at the faire every day and I want to affect as many of them as I can…so I get antsy when I spend more than a few moments with anyone.
MEA CULPA
I head toward Gatehouse to let people know the Stupina Show is cancelled. I arrive in time to see the second half of Princess Mary’s story. I have heard this from backstage and it often brings tears or chills to my body. It is odd to see them all covered in cloaks, missing hats and carefully walking or sitting. It is still effective, but the one section that usually dramatically effects me isn’t what I expected to see. I am informed later that it wasn’t and that normally the princess is dragged to sign the “confession” they write for her. Makes a WHOLE LOT more sense. The audience of …6 or so of us enjoyed it. I head backstage after helping SMJ gather props off the stage. I take off my cloak and realize EXACTLY how very much water has soaked up into it. It’s the weight of a small child. UrGH.
BAIL!!!
After the show is cancelled, I head back out to the site alone. I start heading down the roads I don’t get to often. This includes Stub Toe Lane and the Boardwalk. When I head toward the boardwalk, I am warned by he vendors to be careful on the road as the walk has been partially flooded. I walk slowly and carefully through. The wood side is completely covered in water and the mud side is muddy, but clear. Am still not seeing many people and find myself ending up talking to vendors far more than patrons. I am getting hungry very early and find myself headed back to the Steak on a Stake booth near O’Shucks. They are slow enough that they are cooking to order. I get a medium rare steak and it is quite yummy. I head toward Leather Rose to say hello to those who are becoming a regular, if brief, part of my day. I share my steak with the lady who stands outside and then head back to the pub…still not needed.
NOWHERE TO GO
I head back into the village stopping on occasion to stand in the downpours to get more soaked…the rain picks up again and I duck into the Wayt Gallery. For those who loved that sketch I showed around. He is the artist who did it. As I stand there, I hear Rogues, over the hill in the Dragon Inn. I thought that rain kept them from playing, but I was wrong. I see poor Robin Hood come out onto the fortune in the pouring rain. I am hoping for him he doesn’t have to do it, but a father and little girl come running to the stage. I also know he can’t do the show without 6 people, which I inform the patrons I am joking with in the booth. They decide to head over to play. I found out from Robin that they were all cast in the show and it was fun. Glad I was to help.
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
I hit other booths trying to find someone and killing time looking for patrons. I stop in Bullseye, the two jewelry booths nearby and beyond. I find out from one of the vendors that it seems to be the day for vendors to go out shopping. I figure that it should be crowded now and head back to the White Hart to see if I am needed. This time, I am. They are pinning the numbers on people because the stickers don’t stick on the very wet costumes, etc. I remake mine, as it has gotten soggy, and start handing out more.
WHY I DON”T DO THIS
So, since I am rather central to the area, I do start to get a few messages. Some are from people who are not ones I would ever recommend for myself, some are from people who think that telling how nice my cleavage is will get a response. If the person was “not my type” but sweet or clever, they still got a reply from me…otherwise…buzz! Even if they were good looking, the rudeness was a precursor for what I might get in the future, and it just wasn’t impressive. I receive a note from an kindly faced man who peaks my interest. He asks if we can meet, but it is just time for my show. I tell him I would be pleased to chat with him when I return. He comes up and asks me about the show, I tell him where it is, and head toward the Fortune.
LAST MINUTE HOOK UP
Of the mic that is, really people. I didn’t want it laced to me if it was wet as it could be dangerous to have myself wet AND electrically charged. I also don’t bring the sign as it really can’t get wet or it will get moldy and damaged. I arrive and Maid Marian wires me for sound. The rain seems to have stopped and the system is working…We do ring some, but not much we can do for that. We decide to do the show on the lower level, since we don’t expect any kind of a crowd. We do rather well though, pulling in around 40 or so people. May not be much, but on a day like that, it was pretty good. The Best Man turns out to be our bartender from a pub we go to during the week. He is good, as is all our cast and the show really was quite fun, if more intimate. Lelio had a new joke he wanted to add, but we couldn’t find the right space for it. Turns out that the space we had was perfect and it goes over rather well. Also in the audience is that guy from the pub and his cohorts. He compliments me after the show and we go our several ways.
IS THAT FOR ME?
I head back to the White Hart to allow the ladies working there a moments respite. One has to run and the other needs to eat. I man the table while Mrs. Pugh runs the board. I am gifted with a few more messages. Again, mixed in nature. I also see a person that I have been recently charmed by, so I send him one. (yes, you only can complain that you don’t GET messages if you get up off your duff and send some). Before I know it, it is time for the Lying Valet and Mrs. Pugh and I must leave to change. I leave my cloak (that still weighs the same as a small child) to the table next to where we are as they want to keep that clear for their work. Many of the claimed tables are the tables of the White Hart regulars, but with the rain, we really didn’t have a choice. Some patrons (in their 40’s or so) sit on the table nearby and get very drunk. One of the women is flashing the people walking by (lifting her top) and I ask her to please stop. Soon after they leave, after trying to take my cloak, the SM’s bag and someone else’s stuff. Great Quality.
HIDE OVER HERE
We go to get changed and the rain is starting again. We can’t bring out the virginal (music) and have to restage the ending of the show. We run what we need to and the main cast heads up the stairs. SMR tells us to get changed but stay at the costume house till it is closer to our entrance. We have no qualms with that. I don’t put on my sleeves as they are not washable and I won’t have time to dry them tomorrow. We realize we need to be up there a bit earlier as there are 4 of us helping LP with her costume change. We head up and are asked to stand under the tarping by the stairs. It is time and we all crowd into that little space below the overhang. It may look decent in size, but when you have 5 women (4 in hoops) and two other actors all crowded in trying to do a costume change, it’s not so easy.
REVAMP IN THE DAMP
We agree to leave the playing cards upstairs so they don’t get damaged in the rain. JUST as we are starting to head on stage, the rain picks up. We step out to a steady drizzle and about 10 or so people standing at the back of the house, not willing to sit and get their bottoms wet. We are getting rained on, and the actors on the bottom of the stage far worse than we. We come ½ down the stairs and ignore the drip drip on our bodies. Then I look down to my skirt. Because the overskirt trails a bit after me on the stairs, my bottom ½ of my skirt is entirely covered in water…soaking it up in the puddles…OH joy. At the end of the show, instead of dancing, we chase off the waiters then come in for our curtain call. It works well enough and the 10 in the back are appreciative.
BACK INTO THE TRENCHES
I head downstairs to the dry warm costume house and remove the hoop and overskirt. I don’t bother removing my jewels as I am just heading to the White Hart, but, because of that, I tighten the neckline of my dress. There is only SO much attention I want and definitely NOT because of them. On my way back, I see Sinnius Vice chatting with Zenobia and give him a quick hello hug. Off to the pub and my work table. During the day, Mrs. Pugh has received a number of love notes from a very charming and amusing man. As she can not write, a number of us are writing back for her, transcribing what she wants to tell him. I mean, SHE can, but her character can’t and she is a stickler for that.
DOUBLEMINT TWINS
But not those…I receive another note from a man who is sitting just across the aisle from me. The gentleman next to him is writing to the lady next to me. They are definitely men’s men, but we both begin an exchange. I reply in period speech and he tells me he can’t write in rhyme. Um, no rhymes, but then, I can’t always expect too much. We are approached by a man and woman with the dating sheet…there has been miscommunication and we are expecting one thing and the people on the top are doing something else. Eventually we realize what is going on and apologize to the poor man who has come up to us fighting these over and over.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
So at last year’s Singles weekend I met and briefly dated a gentleman I met there. We didn’t end up as a couple, but we are still friends. I saw him in the pub again wearing a number and wished him a “happy anniversary.” He is amused and later buys me a rose to commemorate the event. I also receive a reply from the gentleman I sent a message to. We begin a brief correspondence, which makes me chuckle, but it is now almost time to close up shop. We shrink the tables down to one and papers, we are only at 285 or so in numbers.
LOOK UP, LOOK UP
This is day of continued changes. The magic sound man is rewiring frantically. Pub sing is being moved and split on the stage AND upstairs. There is much neck crimping and the sound feels unworldly, as it comes from one spot but you hear it behind you. I can hear far less tonight, but you can always hear better if you see the mouths moving. They sing Old Dun Cow…I cover my ears a lot. It makes Buddy Holly (for lack of a better name) yell even louder. The Military Man and I still chat as well and it seems that Stitch has decided to tell me I am “stealing her boyfriend.” LOL.
ODD ENDINGS
Richard is on his last day, so the Merrie Minstrel sings the Parting Glass at the end of the sing. I do so love that song. Pub Sing isn’t over, but I am going to be Stunt Stitch so I need to get back to answer questions. I get to the house and the floor is a disgusting mess of leaves, mud and gunk. Well, you CAN see floor, but I wouldn’t want to go barefoot on it. I begin to pack up all the overly wet stuff to make sure it’s dry for tomorrow. The Lying Valet stuff isn’t TOO wet, so I figure I can leave it here. I send people out on time (ish) and begin to sweep up the gunk. It goes pretty well too. Stitch shows up and finishes the needed things and we all lock up.
ROUNDLY CHINESE
We hear there is a long wait for dinner. We get to Ground Round and it’s a 45 minute wait…the joys of boat weekend. We cross the road to House of Hunan. There, a group of 17 or so order many foods. I get Peking Duck…mmmmm. I see my friends at the other side of the restaurant and drop by them as well. One of our grouping isn’t feeling well and goes home early. I snarf some of Am’s fried rice (skipping around the seafood) and take half my food home, which I promptly leave in Lelio’s car for 3 days…wasted meal. Sigh. We get hot towels, sherbert, and x-rated fortune cookies…don’t eat them, they are stale, but the fortunes are amusing.
NO SLEEP FOR THE PREPARED
Lelio suggests we put the boots and dirty stuff in the laundry first and the cleaner stuff after. We set it up and I run a wash as well. They go to sleep. His boots keep kicking the dryer open. I finally give up and put the wash and other wet stuff in the dryer and wait on the boots. I stuff my boots with newspaper and sit them on the vents and turn the house heat on for the first time. I am slowly getting back to normal temperatures from the chill. After that finally dries, I take them out (after untangling the boot strings from the cloaks) I don’t go to sleep till after midnight. This displeases me greatly. This is the latest I have ever gone to sleep when I have been working faire. Urf, I will be feeling it.
NO NO NO NONONONONONO
The alarm rings and I slowly start to move. I am up and out of the bathroom before the Lelio’s alarm goes off. I am out early today to do my warm up before they get to site. I park by the road, go to the Gatehouse, warm up and head to Fortune. Once there, I check my sound, which is better, but ringy. The Lelios arrive and we test. Grand. Off to brekkies. I miss not having the cheese omelet. The price we pay. I have my eggs, sausage, potatoes and oj. MMMMM. Warm and yummy.
WHAT HAPPENED!?!?!
I get to the costume house and no one is there. Stitch arrives and I get my props out, I use a regular hoop, not the pretty one, as I don’t want it muddy if I can avoid it. VERY SLOWLY people arrive. As I am changing, I begin to hear the stories of the day before…Frat privy tipping, drunk college kids bringing in beer, mime vengance, and much much more. We jokingly speak of what Stupina would look like on a rampage, and after laughing, decide it was not a very good idea. I am VERY lucky I didn’t get to feel the presence of these awful people. Yeesh. I only got drunk adults being children. I head to my meeting before the meeting, then to morning meeting. We hear more and hear how very small the audience was. Ah well. Today should be better, though not great. We BEEP and I go off to deal with my romance war hit.
SPECIAL NEW MOMENTS
Ok, gate opens, boom, we greet the crowds, the ladies and I run the round a bit more and I head into the village. I can’t really SIT anywhere in the dirt because it’s all mud. I find a small bench to sit on and begin to sing from there. The rhymes are different and on occasion I have to edit or censor myself as words aren’t flowing quite appropriately. I do a bit more wandering than ususal today. I see the Angels in different clothing today. Dodo is looking particularly male today, but they are having fun with a drum at the end of Kenwood. Fun idea. Its time for me to head to the Gatehouse and I begin to prepare.
STUPINA’S NEW ADVENTURE
As I am heading back toward the the front, I run into the Seymours near Heinike’s. I stop and so does Shep. We make eye contact. We say nothing. He says, “My name is Shep”…to which I respond, “My name is Stupina.”….silence….”I have a bucket.” “I have a handkerchief”…..looking around….silence….”would you like me to dust your bucket with my handkerchief?” “OK.” …dusting ensues…more silence….”Well, Seymour J needs me, I should be going.” “Goodbye.” “Goodbye.” And just like that…Stupina fell in love.
YELLOW DUCKIE
I head more toward the front and as I am getting near the exit, I see HIM again. Shep…sigh. I stop to stare briefly at him when the Marchioness of Exeter bounds up to Seymour J. I hit dirt. She is so excited with her new song, she forgets to tell me to rise, so I stay. She begins to sing her rendition of “Yellow duckie, you’re the one…you make this village so much fun…” etc. I begin to sing “badum badum” in between the lines to add the musical accompaniment. Shep joins me. She finishes. Seymour looks dumbfounded for a moment…and then, he grabs her, dips her, and kisses her. On that note, I take my leave and head to find Columbina.
I THOUGHT IT WAS RAINING THEM YESTERDAY
While doing so, I find out about the blocking change from SMJ and touch base with my reader, Mali Green. She and I have fun. Some of my fans who haven’t been to the village in a few years are there and one even entertains BeerPam by buying a tshirt…(you KNOW you want one…you KNOW you NEED one…MUST BUY TSHIRT….sorry.) I am looking through the crowd but there are VERY FEW men in the audience. This is not good as I have to have one to finish the show and I don’t want my costumed fans, I would rather have someone more “everyman” in the audience. I do find him and the show ends happily and I clear the stage quickly as we have run long…not over, but I have about 35 seconds to clear the stage for the next act. I hate running long, but the next act is very considerate. I am off by her time and away I go.
STUNT DOUBLE
I head back to street and begin to wander again. I find a spot of dirt, not mud and sit down, up by Piland’s area. I begin to sing to the passers by. Some stop and chat. A few vendors stop to say sadly how awful it is I can’t join them and wear a mask today. I am now circled by a few of them and am waving through them to patrons who walk by. It is time to leave and I begin to wander back. As I am changing, I see a very rushed JD run in and go to the Men’s Dressing room to change. He quickly says he has to replace Seymour at the renewal of vows ceremony as he has been injured in Macbeth…Huh? He comes back out and notes that there was a slight accident and much blood on stage, well, ok, not MUCH, but even the slightest head wound bleeds like a mofo. As I am changed and head to site, I see SMJ who notes “I hate blood on stage when it’s real.” Yeesh.
THE LADIES WHO LUNCH
As I enter the streets, I am greeted by Daisy Seymour (what is it with Seymours and me this day?). She is so excited because we are BOTH in Yellow and that means we can be best friends…oh….joy. For those that don’t know, Columbina HATES Daisy. Please note that I really like the actress playing her, but my character simply can’t stand the simpering inanity that is the Female Seymour cousin. I shudder and cringe for the patrons and then head to lunch. I get my Steak on a Stake and sit and eat with a mother and daughter. They are sweet people and we discuss literature and entertainment. It is a great pleasure to entertain them. I head out on the streets and toward FORTUNE.
WHO’S THERE
I head out to the dining area to announce the Wedding. As I am speaking, I see Sedge who is to be doing the Renaissance Idol competition at 2:15. I finish speaking and turn the “stage/bench” over to him. I greet a few more patrons and head back to Fortune. Emrys is finishing up his show, but there seems to be a problem. There is someone else talking through his speaker. He calls to Lelio to let him know he’s on, but he’s not. Emrys finishes his show and comes back. We are setting up late and realize that the extra voice is coming in directly on my channel. We have to unhook my mic, change the channel on it, not sure if it will work or not, and plug me back in. We don’t hear Nymblewyck anymore, but I am ringing to hell and back. I test my movement to figure out what I can and can’t do on the stage and hope to god we can make it through.
GREEN DAY
The wedding cast is a lot of fun and the show goes well. I begin to head back and realize I can’t take baby Stupina out on street. This makes me sad as I do like to entertain with her. I wander talking to patrons until it’s time to change for Lying Valet. On the way back, I see a large crowd waiting. It seems the Greenmen were about to make their appearance on the streets to bless the village. They are taking longer than I want to stand there and I start to wander and talk to others. Before I leave, they have stepped out onto the streets.
DAMPENED MOMENTS
I head backstage to put my dress on, the one outfit I didn’t take home…and yes, it’s wet, damp and uncomfortable. Ick. While there, I am regaled with the tale of the renegade Madrigal singers. It seems a local high school madrigal group wanted to perform here and wasn’t hired. They noted that after Macbeth, the stage was blank, so they got up and started singing without an invite…all 40 or so of them. They were asked to leave the stage. I hear that later they tried to perform again at the Renaissance Idol show and were stopped again. YEESH. We head to do the show and I notice that one of the people on stage with me today is suffering from severe body odor. I am grateful for my fan as I am having trouble breathing.
MUSIC FROM ON HIGH
I head back downstage and remove the over layers. I have been piling my “to take home” laundry in to the corner of my area and the pile is starting to get very big. At the gate, I stop quickly by Gatehouse and purchase a Wolgemut CD to help support the boys who are partially, finally back. We are told that next week, the nice Swede will have French Canadian help. Oooh lala. I start to greet people here, but it’s not as much fun without my visual girl. I meet two women looking to hit the atm. I find out one of them was the winner of the almost hijacked Renaissance Idol show. I sing an Italian love song to her and she sings Caro Mio Bene. She indeed has a lovely voice. After they leave, Nan Mannerly and I head up to the top of the gate. From this view, we begin to have fun chatting with the exiting patrons, asking how those with white sneakers managed to keep their shoes clean.
BLESSINGS
With the arrival of Sedge, Phoebe, and Reginald, Nan and I take our leave…after being shhhd by the people at Gatehouse playing very quiet music. As I head toward the pub for pub sing, I meet up with a friend who is helping me with a dastardly plan for my romance war hit. He assists me with the help of some lovely vendor types in my evil doings and I buy him a rose for his lady as payment. I head toward the pub and the show has started. I meet up with some of the Greenmen who bless me. Soon after, I see rose sellers with HUGE bunches of roses. They are selling them in bulk and I am rosed by WDragon. That, without it’s tube, was the only rose that really survived the weekend.
KONFUSIONS
During the Pub Sing, I am requested to assist in bringing a little girl who lost her father to meet the king. She gets to meet him, and, after a short while, her mother and I escort her out. Pub Sing really is a PG show and not the place for little ones, but we have made the little girl and her mom happy, and that is what matters. The pub sing is back to it’s normal rollicking silliness. The theme of the show is Emrys Fleet’s last day. He comes up at the end and says how he can’t believe that it has been 8 weeks already. He is informed it is only week 7 and he has another week on his contract…oops. There is much laughter. Next, is the fireball, but today it is from the roof of the pub…well the top level. The circle is in front of him and I can see it has a break. I grab Cyd’s staff in one hand and offer my roses as a stick in the other hand to Edward Seymour (see more Seymours…oh god, I didn’t even realize what that looked like till I typed it. Ugh). I complete the “circle” under him and the fireball brushes the leaves, which are still wet.
ENDINGS AND RESTING
I wait for the bells and leave soon after. Pub Sing is not quite done. I don’t leave with the royals, but trail behind seeing the darkness. I almost break my arm gathering all my laundry. Today is payday and I grab my check after packing up my crap. I meet with a very small group for dinner. We talk and talk and talk. A margarita or two for one and water for me. No good deserts for me either but dinner was yummy and the conversation better. We close the restaurant. We go outside so they can go home and sit outside talking till after 11 pm. I hear hysterical stories of having to watch Extremeties in the rain in the middle of nowhere, drama and more drama, and we laugh until we hurt and are crying. It was a well-needed catharsis for the stressful weekend.
Well, now that I have rambled a lot, NEXT weekend is the big one…
11:30 Stupina show
Sat: Gauche Renfield (Little John)
Sunday: Lady Kytson
2:30 Italian Wedding
4:00 Lying Valet
AND
5:30 TAMING OF THE SHREW at GLOBE for one weekend only!!!!!
See you there!
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Date: 2005-10-13 03:46 am (UTC)Heh. That was fun, I couldn't believe how late it was when we finally left.
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Date: 2005-10-13 05:07 am (UTC)Took me a second to figure out who that was. :-) Alas, I feel there can only be one true SM_ and that clearly would be SMJ. Perhaps I can be smR, instead.
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Date: 2005-10-13 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 05:20 am (UTC)They also tried to invite themselves onstage during an In Our Cups set at the White Hart. Four young people in costume walked up to the stage and looked like they wanted to ask us a question. So we turned to them and they asked if they could sing a song. We said, "No, this is our stage time," and they walked away. VERY strange.
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Date: 2005-10-13 05:30 am (UTC)I was up at First Aid when I heard Carolyn call Info to ask if she had actually scheduled anything at the Globe at 1:15, or was she going to have to kick a group of rogue madrigals off the stage? *smirk*
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Date: 2005-10-13 07:58 pm (UTC)LOL My husband will be glad to know he is an "everyman" and I thank you for getting him up there with you... If only I'd had the camera, but I decided it was to wet to get good pics for the day. :D