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18 July 2005 @ 07:26 am
 
And the countdown to Opening Weekend begins.



Let me begin by saying the weather this weekend was miserable. True, the predicted rainfall never came to pass. Also true is that it didn’t matter: we were all soaked within moments of setting foot on the grounds, so pervasive was the humidity. It was thoroughly disgusting. My newly shorn hair, so short and bouncy, clung to my sweat-slick face every time I turned. *grrrrrr*

Saturday was a fight heavy day; we had two hours for the first Chess Game first thing in the morning, followed by the Bridge scene (for RH folks) and three hours of Joust 2 ground fight. Lewis was there, so he drilled Kel and I in our Chess fight. I must admit we busted our asses, running it over and over and over yet again, tweaking distances, cleaning up targeting and making intentions clearer. By the time we got it on the board, we were both shaky and exhausted and quite literally dripping with sweat. As a result, our fight was wobbly. We will make it better by opening. It will be GOOD, gorrammit!

There was an impromptu Joust meeting during lunch, which meant I got to go to the costume shop to get my sandwich, truck back across grounds to the tack house, try to scarf down at least part of the sandwich despite being overheated from fighting and racing to and fro across the site, make intelligent contributions to said meeting, and get my ass to the Bridge scene in time to work without, hopefully, revisiting the half of the sandwich I had ultimately managed to consume.

The Bridge scene was lovely. Just lovely. It is the one we’ve had the most time to work on, our Sheriff having been absent from all of the city rehearsals due to new baby-ness. During the final run, we had an audience. They loved the Will and Jenny interaction (oh so much!) and – I think – enjoyed the rest of it, too.

There was an hour of archery practice following. I’m not so accomplished at this. That is all.

I’m not going to say all that much about the ground fight. It was long. It was arduous. There was a lot of standing around and a bit of hopscotch. A rather wrong game of hangman was played, too, by dragging sword tips through the sandy earth. I need not relay what the first words were. The final, though, was mine to guess. The clue, after my first guesses, was: _ _ _ _ _ _ t e r . I looked up at Kel and asked, “Is it ‘sphincter?’”

“Yep.” Which just goes to show how alarmingly attuned are our brains.

The evening was relaxed. Kel, Don and I went out to dinner at Yesterday’s (chocolate peanut butter pie and caramel apple pie for dessert! – and yes, I somehow still wonder how it is that I am not losing weight; logic has never been my strong suit). When we got home, I forced Kel to watch the pilot episode of ‘Dead Like Me.’

Sunday was equally crappy, weather-wise. Again: no rain, but sod-all humidity. We started with Chess Game 2. My fight therein is far less arduous, but also needs a lot more work. It will happen. It will be better. It will make sense. This I swear.

Morning Address was after that. I managed to frell up my four whopping lines. Both run-throughs. Go, me!

Hood Meets Marian was a bit awkward, in no small part because I was just plain bad. More fighting (I was less bad at this) in this scene. Again, I emerged disheveled and dripping sweat.

I had a bit of a break during the Rescue of Little John (I’m not in it). I used that time to run to the Corner Deli to pick up more bottled water and a six-pack of Sam Adams. Yep. I said it. I bought beer. I had the distinct impression that Don was going to want to hang at the tack house for a bit after rehearsal was over; can’t do that without cold beer. It simply isn’t done.

I got back in time to run the Tax scene. Now, we found out on the day that the stage we’d been promised was otherwise occupied during the Faire day. So, we had to take the sprawling, gajillion cast member fight and squish it onto the Tudor Rose stage. Not easy. Not easy at all.

Then it was back to the ground fight for two more hours. By this time, all of the fighters were fecking loopy. More hopscotch was played. I acted the part of the insane coach, pushing a fellow jouster through the pattern. I can not even recall what set Kel and I to laughing, but at one point we were immobilized with it. I think it was after I had my leg slung over her shoulder, and certainly after she dipped me.

As I’d predicted, Don was keen on hanging at the tack house for a bit. I was not averse. Cold beer made the experience positively felicitous.

It was a productive weekend. It also ranks among the most trying in my recent experience. Just… take my word for it. I’m not going to go into detail, nor even into vague descriptives.

I’m just hoping that next weekend, and the following, are better.



Today, I finally get to pick up my copy of HBP. Then it is off to joust rehearsal, and archery, and working out with Nick. My weary body cringes just to think of it.

Ta for now!
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Jobs, baby, Jobs!picoland on July 18th, 2005 12:16 pm (UTC)
It was like a shvitz this weekend, oy!
Was thinking about you poor buggers...you guys soldier on as usual...
rrr: willscarlettragganald on July 18th, 2005 01:11 pm (UTC)
ooo greg has a scene with jenny wren? i can't wait!
Kerryscreamingdolai on July 18th, 2005 01:34 pm (UTC)
Ah! But we will still have to go through dress rehearsal weekend, and looking at my calendar...I think that weekend will conceivably be PMS for me, and most likely you, my dear Red Squadron Leader (hee!)

And since you are Alpha Uterus, perhaps the rest of the ladies in the cast.

Shall we warn the boys now?
:-)
Jobs, baby, Jobs!picoland on July 18th, 2005 03:32 pm (UTC)
Stay on target...stay on target....
Kel: oh dear godladyjoust on July 18th, 2005 11:13 pm (UTC)
Oh, frell. That means that opening weekend will be...

*facepalm*

But I have to say, I'm digging my new nickname! Red Squadron Leader... *snort!!!!*