Md part quatro...finally finished.
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ptpgradA little late, but that’s the way I was feeling all weekend…a few firsts, many I don’t want to repeat, but much will be forgotten, maybe more than I want. Times, days, moments out of order, you know the drill. And away we go…
THE RIDE DOWNHILL
I have to start this weekend with Wednesday, when I got some post nasal and a light cough, which I thought was allergies. Midway through the night, that was proven wrong, and by the next morning, I had a full blown infection with a fever. After calling the doctor and watching my fever rise to 101, I finally got antibiotics and began taking them in amongst sleeping comatosely and doing some work that had to get done. Friday saw the fever break into the 99’s and me able to stand and go to site with my usual Friday delivery. I dropped off a tshirt to a lady at Customer Service/Office, and headed home for spicy Chinese food and sleep.
DAWNING STUFF
So the miracle of licorice root EXTRACT (note, I am not touting the benefits of the root, which made my life such hell second weekend) is that if you do not have high blood pressure, it’s a great way to heal your voice short term, Even on my really sore throat, I could fell the healing of tissue when I dropped it on. Today, by some miracle I did not have a sore throat, but I was congested and still feeling icky. I thought my fever was gone, but I knew, should I need to, I would do my two shows and crash for the day. I head to site and get there a few moments before Trinket. The stage is damp, so I head upstairs to stretch at Gatehouse. We warm up, make up, and head to the White Hart for sound check. Sound appears fine and I head back to the costume house (since I have already had brekkies) and Trinket goes to get her morning meal.
SET UP, COUGH UP
I get to the Costume House and pull props. Thomas Tallis is there and offers to help me take my props up to the stage. I remember to set the water late, but an easy solution presents itself. I head back to get changed. My bra IS there, this time, I change easily, VERY slowly, and have to braid my hair early. I am still coughing and tell everyone that I love them, but don’t touch me, since I don’t want to give them what I have. Yes, I have been on antibiotics for more than 24 hours, but I just don’t feel up to par. I head to morning meeting and sit in my normal spot, though I am very low key and many people notice exactly how off I appear. I warn the ED that I will not be going out as Stupina, since she is all about touching people, and I want to make sure that I make it through to my shows. This is the FIRST time I have been sick at faire in YEARS. We go over notes and we beep. I head backstage to lay down. I haven’t missed opening gate for around 6 years, and never on purpose. I warn Mrs Pugh to let people know if they ask that I am unwell, but will be doing my show. Yuck.
A DIFFERENT LIFE
I try to lay on one of the white bench/cubby areas in the ladies dressing room. The space is surprisingly quiet. I almost fall asleep and off the bench onto the floor. I only doze lightly after that. Many performers come in at different times to fix a costume issue, dropp off a prop, get dressed after the gate show, or to take a moment. I am amused at this different world/energy back here. At 11:00, I get up, take a swig of cough suppressant, grab Stupina, do a light stretch, and head up to Gatehouse. As Slaveya ends, I try to head out to the myriad of performers like a salmon swimming upstream. Once out, I have less than a minute to hawk so the starting crowd is a bit smaller than I would like. As the show continues, though, one of my family of fans is there and the Dad becomes my reader. I find a little one to be my sidekick and together they make quite a show. I am sad to realize that I forgot the bling. Sigh. Before the show is gone too far, I have a nice crowd, including a nekkid Zach Rackham. They are responsive and having fun. I get off stage to find I am sweating a lot, even though the day is cooler. Ok, not as much as the icky previous weekends, but enough. I meet “bob” but not the one you think, get my stuff and head down to the costume house to change.
SLEVOLUTION
Slow Evolutionary changes…or something. I get the costume pieces and slowly transition. While more deliberate, to save energy, I take my time and the transition is very slow. I am cautious to minimize my contact with people. Mrs Pugh still kindly laces me. I grab my water, which is not smart, as my antibiotic reacts with the electrolytes in it, and head to White Hart. There, I am low key. I again tell people that I love them, but they are not to touch me. Some still ignore it. I see a dear prior cast mate flirting outrageously with Trinket. I scowl appropriately. He offers me love and back of the neck kisses. I miss him outrageously. He promises to see the show and is dragged away by his friends, who never make it back. While I can only slightly not forgive him...his friends will be paying for that mistake...and I know them. Muhahaha.
INTERPRETATION 4A
Even though I am under the weather, we sound ok. I am being cautious with my voice as it has to last and the dust is starting to arrive again. My mic is also still a bit louder than Trinket’s, so I am trying to balance better. The show goes well, though one new joke isn’t going the way we planned. I figure out what is off and remember to tell Trinket after the show. In the audience are some very familiar faces, including one Ms. Kissandra Serenade. She is giggling up a storm in the show. She had actually seen our last rehearsal of this show, pre opening, but without the mics and full costumes, she was missing some of the best effects of the show. They made more sense and she and Ghoster (sitting next to her) were having a blast. This made me VERY happy. Once we finish, we leave the sound systems but get off the stage quickly. We are stopped by fans, new and old, friends, and again, without hugs, happy compliments on the show. A friend notes that we sounded better today than we had before. He isn’t sure why, but I have some thoughts and plan on including the adjustments for the rest of the run, if I can.
THE STREET WALK BACK
Once we pack up, Trinket head off to get lunch and prep for Elephant Child. I am just not hungry yet, but I know I am a bit under the weather and the Steak on a Stake just doesn’t sound right. I start talking to patrons and it suddenly dawns on me that I am doing street without realizing it. I keep chatting all the way to the Wrap booth and I get a Ham and cheese wrap this time. I continue back and grab a pickle, thinking something sounds really refreshing about that today. Cool Veges are the name of the game. It’s been at least an hour since my show…I just didn’t want to stop. I do what I never like to do, and take my food to the costume house. I sit at one of the tables and begin to eat and chat with those around. As I begin to eat, my body starts to catch up with me and I start feeling more and more low energy. The food is welcome, but my body is using all of it for healing it seems. About the time that Pirate Jean comes backstage and feels my forehead, it’s warm again and I am out of there. I go in to slowly change, get my things organized and sit in real clothes for a few. At 4:30, I am walking off site to home. This is the first time I have EVER left site early when I was working. I don’t like the feeling , but I know I need rest. I get home, crawl in to bed and wake up at 6:57, just in time to hear cannon, if I had been there. Guess it’s ingrained. I eat more leftover spicy food, crawl back in bed and sleep till the next morning.
DEAR GOD DON’T MAKE ME
I wake up feeling worse this morning. I am not sure that I will make it through the day, but I head over to site with Trinket. She notes she took the sound system down the night before, because I was completely incoherent. I am glad she took care of me. I am a bit slow, but we warm up, and stretch and I am starting to feel a bit better. This is good. We head to do our sound check. Trinket’s system is dead. No sound at all, oh CRAP. Ok, we make plans for her to stay on stage and me to hit the house for Pump Away. Bleah. Ok, I head back to go set up props. Sir Thomas Tallis offers to help carry stuff up to Gatehouse for me, and, though there isn’t much, I accept his offer today. Then, back to the costume house to put on Stupina. I am a bit discombobulated so I am not as early as I should be in completing tasks. I bring my tankard of water, no mask, and myself to morning meeting. No one has much energy today, sadly, so I am not quite alone. Once we are done, I head back to the costume house, reminding Mrs. Pugh to tell people I would be doing my show. I found out afterwards that William Teller didn’t know and told some of my regulars that I was ill and not performing. Ah well, I didn’t see him at morning meeting, so he just assumed.
CAN’T SLEEP, CLOWNS WILL TALK TO ME
I am restless this time, I try to lie down, but it doesn’t take. I end up just resting and talking to the ladies who come into the dressing room. This is a good down time, though again, I feel weird not being out doing street. I see the fluffy slippers, hear about plots and successes, but am not a part of it. Finally, it’s time to begin and I pull out my mask, take my cough suppressant and head up. Slaveya is finishing and I head out to the audience. I hawk for a short time (since Trinket is helping me set the stage this time) and head to the stage. The show went ok. Nothing exciting. The bad guy ends up becoming shy and the kid is enthusiastic. I head backstage after announcing the next show (remember, you need a T-shirt, you waaant a t-shirt) then go backstage to change costume.
RISING ABOVE
I am feeling a bit better after the first show, perhaps the sweat was healthy for me. I do the transformation and get braided by Trinket, then finish preparing. I am really hungry and have part of a cliff bar, but I don’t share this one, don’t want to share bad stuff. Finally, we head out to the streets and to the White Hart. We do the standard meet and greet and amuse ourselves on the way. Once there, I mic up and head toward the stage with Trinket…the act before us runs JUST on time, but at least we can do our show. We head up and the crowd pours in. A woman I met at the airport from this past week is there and is enjoying her first time at faire, I am happy to oblige. Toward the end of the show, we start to sing Fathom the Bowl. Trinket, concerned for me, starts a bit low, but this is the song that I sing low to begin with. I am not sure I will make the last note of the song, but by some miracle, I do. It’s rather deep. Once the show is done, a man stops me and compliments me on the depth of my range, being the bass himself, he loved hearing the rich deep tones. He is very complimentary, as is his wife. More friends stop us as we try to leave, and we take the compliments gladly.
FOOD WITH SMALLER GROUPS
Again, though better, I take my food in the back. I get a steak on a stake this time and enjoy it, but I am feeling better this time, so I head out with baby Stupina. We do some goodbye duty, some walkies, but not much, as I don’t want to use my voice much and don’t want to touch people. Eventually, I head her back and wander site to get a quick snack. I end up with a Scotch Egg which feels good. I am by the pub as Cercamon begins and their CD lady comes up and asks if I am ok. I tell her I am better, but not really great. She says I must have been ill as I didn’t do my show. Um, what show? We did the shows. She says, no, the 5:30, just before this. I tell her that is only a few weekends, not all of them and we weren’t scheduled. Then she gets the weekly program and shows me that we were. Oh Crap! I had no idea. Now all the people talking about seeing our later show made sense. They were right, we weren’t. Nothing I can do about it now, but it does distress me a great deal as I don’t like the idea of a dark stage. I am now feeling off kilter and start to wander back toward the costume house.
CATCHING UP WITH THE BIG WIGS
I head toward Lyric and stop to watch a bit of Hey Nunnie Nunnie. I see Zach Rackham and share this news. Arriving shortly is the ED and I ask her about our schedule. Turns out that some email somewhere didn’t make the right connection. She feels horrible, I do as well, but at least it’s a weekend that I wasn’t well anyway. She asks why I am still here. I tell her that it’s ironic that Sat I was sure I would make it and I had to leave early, today, I was sure I would go home, and I made it through. I am privy to a few more conversations about the day and the interesting things that happened (some good and some very bad). It’s now that time and I head backstage. I don’t feel that I need to stay till the VERY end as my contract day is done. I get changed in relative quiet and am out before the rush. Trinket, Scapino and I make a quick getaway and head to dinner together. Hot tea, hot soup, and some other CPK goodness. What a nice way to end a rather unusual weekend.
I am glad not to have repeated that illness and well, since I already told you about week five, I can’t update much, but see you on Saturday!
THE RIDE DOWNHILL
I have to start this weekend with Wednesday, when I got some post nasal and a light cough, which I thought was allergies. Midway through the night, that was proven wrong, and by the next morning, I had a full blown infection with a fever. After calling the doctor and watching my fever rise to 101, I finally got antibiotics and began taking them in amongst sleeping comatosely and doing some work that had to get done. Friday saw the fever break into the 99’s and me able to stand and go to site with my usual Friday delivery. I dropped off a tshirt to a lady at Customer Service/Office, and headed home for spicy Chinese food and sleep.
DAWNING STUFF
So the miracle of licorice root EXTRACT (note, I am not touting the benefits of the root, which made my life such hell second weekend) is that if you do not have high blood pressure, it’s a great way to heal your voice short term, Even on my really sore throat, I could fell the healing of tissue when I dropped it on. Today, by some miracle I did not have a sore throat, but I was congested and still feeling icky. I thought my fever was gone, but I knew, should I need to, I would do my two shows and crash for the day. I head to site and get there a few moments before Trinket. The stage is damp, so I head upstairs to stretch at Gatehouse. We warm up, make up, and head to the White Hart for sound check. Sound appears fine and I head back to the costume house (since I have already had brekkies) and Trinket goes to get her morning meal.
SET UP, COUGH UP
I get to the Costume House and pull props. Thomas Tallis is there and offers to help me take my props up to the stage. I remember to set the water late, but an easy solution presents itself. I head back to get changed. My bra IS there, this time, I change easily, VERY slowly, and have to braid my hair early. I am still coughing and tell everyone that I love them, but don’t touch me, since I don’t want to give them what I have. Yes, I have been on antibiotics for more than 24 hours, but I just don’t feel up to par. I head to morning meeting and sit in my normal spot, though I am very low key and many people notice exactly how off I appear. I warn the ED that I will not be going out as Stupina, since she is all about touching people, and I want to make sure that I make it through to my shows. This is the FIRST time I have been sick at faire in YEARS. We go over notes and we beep. I head backstage to lay down. I haven’t missed opening gate for around 6 years, and never on purpose. I warn Mrs Pugh to let people know if they ask that I am unwell, but will be doing my show. Yuck.
A DIFFERENT LIFE
I try to lay on one of the white bench/cubby areas in the ladies dressing room. The space is surprisingly quiet. I almost fall asleep and off the bench onto the floor. I only doze lightly after that. Many performers come in at different times to fix a costume issue, dropp off a prop, get dressed after the gate show, or to take a moment. I am amused at this different world/energy back here. At 11:00, I get up, take a swig of cough suppressant, grab Stupina, do a light stretch, and head up to Gatehouse. As Slaveya ends, I try to head out to the myriad of performers like a salmon swimming upstream. Once out, I have less than a minute to hawk so the starting crowd is a bit smaller than I would like. As the show continues, though, one of my family of fans is there and the Dad becomes my reader. I find a little one to be my sidekick and together they make quite a show. I am sad to realize that I forgot the bling. Sigh. Before the show is gone too far, I have a nice crowd, including a nekkid Zach Rackham. They are responsive and having fun. I get off stage to find I am sweating a lot, even though the day is cooler. Ok, not as much as the icky previous weekends, but enough. I meet “bob” but not the one you think, get my stuff and head down to the costume house to change.
SLEVOLUTION
Slow Evolutionary changes…or something. I get the costume pieces and slowly transition. While more deliberate, to save energy, I take my time and the transition is very slow. I am cautious to minimize my contact with people. Mrs Pugh still kindly laces me. I grab my water, which is not smart, as my antibiotic reacts with the electrolytes in it, and head to White Hart. There, I am low key. I again tell people that I love them, but they are not to touch me. Some still ignore it. I see a dear prior cast mate flirting outrageously with Trinket. I scowl appropriately. He offers me love and back of the neck kisses. I miss him outrageously. He promises to see the show and is dragged away by his friends, who never make it back. While I can only slightly not forgive him...his friends will be paying for that mistake...and I know them. Muhahaha.
INTERPRETATION 4A
Even though I am under the weather, we sound ok. I am being cautious with my voice as it has to last and the dust is starting to arrive again. My mic is also still a bit louder than Trinket’s, so I am trying to balance better. The show goes well, though one new joke isn’t going the way we planned. I figure out what is off and remember to tell Trinket after the show. In the audience are some very familiar faces, including one Ms. Kissandra Serenade. She is giggling up a storm in the show. She had actually seen our last rehearsal of this show, pre opening, but without the mics and full costumes, she was missing some of the best effects of the show. They made more sense and she and Ghoster (sitting next to her) were having a blast. This made me VERY happy. Once we finish, we leave the sound systems but get off the stage quickly. We are stopped by fans, new and old, friends, and again, without hugs, happy compliments on the show. A friend notes that we sounded better today than we had before. He isn’t sure why, but I have some thoughts and plan on including the adjustments for the rest of the run, if I can.
THE STREET WALK BACK
Once we pack up, Trinket head off to get lunch and prep for Elephant Child. I am just not hungry yet, but I know I am a bit under the weather and the Steak on a Stake just doesn’t sound right. I start talking to patrons and it suddenly dawns on me that I am doing street without realizing it. I keep chatting all the way to the Wrap booth and I get a Ham and cheese wrap this time. I continue back and grab a pickle, thinking something sounds really refreshing about that today. Cool Veges are the name of the game. It’s been at least an hour since my show…I just didn’t want to stop. I do what I never like to do, and take my food to the costume house. I sit at one of the tables and begin to eat and chat with those around. As I begin to eat, my body starts to catch up with me and I start feeling more and more low energy. The food is welcome, but my body is using all of it for healing it seems. About the time that Pirate Jean comes backstage and feels my forehead, it’s warm again and I am out of there. I go in to slowly change, get my things organized and sit in real clothes for a few. At 4:30, I am walking off site to home. This is the first time I have EVER left site early when I was working. I don’t like the feeling , but I know I need rest. I get home, crawl in to bed and wake up at 6:57, just in time to hear cannon, if I had been there. Guess it’s ingrained. I eat more leftover spicy food, crawl back in bed and sleep till the next morning.
DEAR GOD DON’T MAKE ME
I wake up feeling worse this morning. I am not sure that I will make it through the day, but I head over to site with Trinket. She notes she took the sound system down the night before, because I was completely incoherent. I am glad she took care of me. I am a bit slow, but we warm up, and stretch and I am starting to feel a bit better. This is good. We head to do our sound check. Trinket’s system is dead. No sound at all, oh CRAP. Ok, we make plans for her to stay on stage and me to hit the house for Pump Away. Bleah. Ok, I head back to go set up props. Sir Thomas Tallis offers to help carry stuff up to Gatehouse for me, and, though there isn’t much, I accept his offer today. Then, back to the costume house to put on Stupina. I am a bit discombobulated so I am not as early as I should be in completing tasks. I bring my tankard of water, no mask, and myself to morning meeting. No one has much energy today, sadly, so I am not quite alone. Once we are done, I head back to the costume house, reminding Mrs. Pugh to tell people I would be doing my show. I found out afterwards that William Teller didn’t know and told some of my regulars that I was ill and not performing. Ah well, I didn’t see him at morning meeting, so he just assumed.
CAN’T SLEEP, CLOWNS WILL TALK TO ME
I am restless this time, I try to lie down, but it doesn’t take. I end up just resting and talking to the ladies who come into the dressing room. This is a good down time, though again, I feel weird not being out doing street. I see the fluffy slippers, hear about plots and successes, but am not a part of it. Finally, it’s time to begin and I pull out my mask, take my cough suppressant and head up. Slaveya is finishing and I head out to the audience. I hawk for a short time (since Trinket is helping me set the stage this time) and head to the stage. The show went ok. Nothing exciting. The bad guy ends up becoming shy and the kid is enthusiastic. I head backstage after announcing the next show (remember, you need a T-shirt, you waaant a t-shirt) then go backstage to change costume.
RISING ABOVE
I am feeling a bit better after the first show, perhaps the sweat was healthy for me. I do the transformation and get braided by Trinket, then finish preparing. I am really hungry and have part of a cliff bar, but I don’t share this one, don’t want to share bad stuff. Finally, we head out to the streets and to the White Hart. We do the standard meet and greet and amuse ourselves on the way. Once there, I mic up and head toward the stage with Trinket…the act before us runs JUST on time, but at least we can do our show. We head up and the crowd pours in. A woman I met at the airport from this past week is there and is enjoying her first time at faire, I am happy to oblige. Toward the end of the show, we start to sing Fathom the Bowl. Trinket, concerned for me, starts a bit low, but this is the song that I sing low to begin with. I am not sure I will make the last note of the song, but by some miracle, I do. It’s rather deep. Once the show is done, a man stops me and compliments me on the depth of my range, being the bass himself, he loved hearing the rich deep tones. He is very complimentary, as is his wife. More friends stop us as we try to leave, and we take the compliments gladly.
FOOD WITH SMALLER GROUPS
Again, though better, I take my food in the back. I get a steak on a stake this time and enjoy it, but I am feeling better this time, so I head out with baby Stupina. We do some goodbye duty, some walkies, but not much, as I don’t want to use my voice much and don’t want to touch people. Eventually, I head her back and wander site to get a quick snack. I end up with a Scotch Egg which feels good. I am by the pub as Cercamon begins and their CD lady comes up and asks if I am ok. I tell her I am better, but not really great. She says I must have been ill as I didn’t do my show. Um, what show? We did the shows. She says, no, the 5:30, just before this. I tell her that is only a few weekends, not all of them and we weren’t scheduled. Then she gets the weekly program and shows me that we were. Oh Crap! I had no idea. Now all the people talking about seeing our later show made sense. They were right, we weren’t. Nothing I can do about it now, but it does distress me a great deal as I don’t like the idea of a dark stage. I am now feeling off kilter and start to wander back toward the costume house.
CATCHING UP WITH THE BIG WIGS
I head toward Lyric and stop to watch a bit of Hey Nunnie Nunnie. I see Zach Rackham and share this news. Arriving shortly is the ED and I ask her about our schedule. Turns out that some email somewhere didn’t make the right connection. She feels horrible, I do as well, but at least it’s a weekend that I wasn’t well anyway. She asks why I am still here. I tell her that it’s ironic that Sat I was sure I would make it and I had to leave early, today, I was sure I would go home, and I made it through. I am privy to a few more conversations about the day and the interesting things that happened (some good and some very bad). It’s now that time and I head backstage. I don’t feel that I need to stay till the VERY end as my contract day is done. I get changed in relative quiet and am out before the rush. Trinket, Scapino and I make a quick getaway and head to dinner together. Hot tea, hot soup, and some other CPK goodness. What a nice way to end a rather unusual weekend.
I am glad not to have repeated that illness and well, since I already told you about week five, I can’t update much, but see you on Saturday!
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