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08 August 2005 @ 11:09 am
This bitch? She is kicked.  
Opening weekend will really take it out of you. Especially when nothing – but nothing – has been properly rehearsed. The Wildwood show robbed us of at least two weekends of rehearsal time. Add to that the general chaos that is the run-up to the Faire season and – well, you get the idea.

Friday was supposed to have been a final Joust rehearsal. With thunderstorms threatening, that was nixed. Instead, we finished joust props (some of which we would have for the first time in the next day’s performance) and talked through the shows.

Saturday was a bit of a mess. We got through it, mind you, but for certain scenes and shows, it was the first time they were fully on their feet, props and all. One scene in particular is still awaiting an important prop – a prop that said scene was written and directed around. Ah, well. So goes the Faire.

It was lovely to have ckbh there. She looked Stunning (yeah; big surprise!), and her oldest was too damned cute for words.

The first Joust was a bit of a challenge. Thanks to Nick, we finally had a flag for the flag toss. Finally had the targets on the list, too. They worked beautifully, even though I, in my ineptitude, whiffed on the last one. I whiffed on my passes with Nick as well. Still, it was a good show overall. The audience liked it and there were no injuries. That is a win.

The first Chess Game was slow, but we’ll tighten it up. I hope. My fight with Kel was still a bit rocky. I hate it when I get sloppy. Oh, and sitting on the Sheriff’s side is a very bad idea; it makes me say all kinds of inappropriate, very un-Maid Marian things. I’ve taken to just muttering them so that only the people nearest me can hear. Second Chess Game was even slower. Again, I was sloppy in my fight. Gah.

Now then. The Archery Contest. I’ve only ever used the wireless mics when filling in at Forest of Fear. Never during a Faire day, and never when I had to shoot a frelling bow. Needless to say, it totally screwed up my aim. I got through it, though, and managed not to blow out any of the sound equipment when delivering the lines that followed.

The timing of the Contest going into Joust 2 is rough. Hell, the second half of my day is a sprint. Meet the Band into Taxes into Chess 2, Wench set, Archery, Joust 2 and Pub Sing. Problem is, Archery is starting at 6:00. We shoot, do the ensuing scene, and then Kel and I rush back to get me in armor, get my ass on my horse and point me toward the joust field. If we can convince the Creative Director to start the contest at a quarter ‘til, life would be that much easier. We shall see.

By day’s end, I was thoroughly wiped out. It is incredibly draining to perform full out when you are not remotely ready to do so. It takes, I think, a certain force of will. In any event, I was sapped both mentally and physically. I was in bed a little after ten, though I slept very little.

So it was that I was exhausted going into the day Sunday. The weather didn’t help. It was around the same temperature it had been Saturday, but with considerably higher humidity. I was sweating before I even got into costume. The brightest note of the morning was breakfast. On site. The guy who runs the snack bar at the ski center is offering breakfast from 7-10 every Faire day. At 7 on the dot, there were several of us waiting outside. Almost all of us ordered bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches and oh! they were divine. It was a little odd sitting at a long table, eating a morning meal with so many of my fellow performers. More than ever, Faire felt like some kind of very strange summer camp.

Certain aspects of the day were far better than on Saturday. Both of my Chess fights were much, much cleaner. I did well in the Joust 1 games (three tossed rings, baby – and I would have had the fourth if he’d actually had one to toss *grawr*). On the ‘BAD KEL!!!!’ list: I pulled my shield in my first two passes. What am I, some kind of freakin’ rookie? I hate that. Hate it, hate it, hate it. *harrumph*

Archery was much better, as I took my mic off before shooting and put it back on before I needed to speak again. I’m still not shooting as well as I can, but I’ll get there. I will get there if it kills me, or at the very least wear my fingers down to bloody wee stubs.

There was drama. There always is, but this was major. At long last, everything was settled, but not before I nearly lost my mind and the contents of my stomach. I cannot thank kelleymck enough.

That being said, Joust 2 rocked. Nick and I had three double hits. Sure, my helm was all wonky (I really need to fix that chin strap). It bounced up a bit before the helm hit. Now I have an interesting cut on my chin. Too, it jostled just before the final pass. I could barely see to hit Nick, but hit him I did – and just on the lower edge of the sweet spot.

Before the ground fight, as Kel was holding me back during the wedding, we realized my gorget had come unlaced in the back. With one hand and her teeth, she managed to tie it enough that it wouldn’t come flying off. Granted, it looked like Bethlehem DeMarque was doing something rather unseemly with Marian.

Random happy things I’m too tired to integrate into the rest of this entry:

Little Robin Hood, aka Aiden, who gave me the sweetest hug after I’d tied a band ribbon around his wrist.

Will Scarlet (melkorspawn), bearing a wooden mug instead of a fancy goblet, grinning as he told me he’d made it in shop class.

Seeing nimue9, who looks fabulous, by the bye. I hope you had a good time, sweetie! Sorry I got to see only briefly!

Finding out my joust flags are selling rather well. That is just cool.

Meet the Band. I love playing with the kids. The structure of the scene has been greatly simplified, but the littles were giggling and dancing around and having a great time. Clearly, it works. Oh, and Little John – as the big, scary ogre - utterly forgetting to fall down was classic.

Seeing the faces that have become so familiar over the years. Our patrons are, as a rule, lovely and warm folk.

Knowing that my Ball verse on Sunday would work either way; most of the folks would know it was a mythological reference, the rest would think it was about a communicable disease.

The horses. First of all, other than Boo, they were all thoroughly freaked on Saturday morning by the sight (and scent, I imagine) of a camel. Then, on Sunday, Oso was transfixed when he saw puppy on a pony. The camel folk also have a pony and three dogs that are trained to ride upon it. The pony bows, the dogs raise their paws – it is absolutely adorable. Anyway, when the puppy on a pony walked by, Oso’s head went up. His ears went forward, his nostrils flared. You could almost hear him saying “What the hell is that?” He finally looked away, then swung his head back. And stared for a full five minutes. This was repeated several times. When the pony bowed, Os looked back at me. “Um. Rider? You’re not going to make me do that, are you?” Love. My. Horse. And he was brilliant in the Joust 2 on Sunday.

Speaking of Oso, kudos to the cheerleaders in my section. They get the crowd to cheer for my horse. YAY!!!!!!

Hanging with aranturas at the end of Sunday, and sharing a birthday dinner with her. Just lovely.

Making a few very decent hits with solid lances. I have no idea why this continues to be such a trial for me.

That first amazing brownie of the season. And, oh, did I need it come end of pub sing on Sunday. aryiana - you are a goddess.

There is more, I am sure, but I am bone-weary and brain-fogged. So for now, this is it.

Oh, and for those who want to know what this weekend’s verses were, here you go:

I gave caviar to my teacher
The wisest man on this old sod
There was no chance I’d be spoiled
‘Cause he never spared the rod.

I was hostess at the ball;
I’m gentle and well-bred.
No one left unsatisfied –
They all enjoyed my spread.

I gave caviar to a ninja
Each attack he somehow missed
Now he strikes with bold precision
And they call him ‘Iron Fist.’

Upon the hill is Sisyphus
He curses and he moans
But despite eternal torment,
I must say – the guy’s got stones.
I feel: draineddrained
aryianaaryiana on August 8th, 2005 03:40 pm (UTC)
You are quite welcome for the brownie. I never imagined that they would become such a "thing" with the cast. I am humbled that I have found something I can do to express my thanks to you all, the cast, for making faire something that remains magical and special to me even after all these years of attending. You will always be the epitome of Maid Marian to me (and my kids). The giggling and carrying on between you and KM throughout the day is part of that happiness that we, the audience, feel and carry with us as we leave at the end of the day. Thank YOU for sharing your talent with US!!
Kathytoosha on August 8th, 2005 03:43 pm (UTC)
I have to admit I was wondering what you guys were doing Sunday morning. Next weekend I'll be mental prepared to speak at the hour. Harold and I always breakfast in the house of Dra with the lovely Dra. That's why we get there so early.

Goddessavhi on August 8th, 2005 04:01 pm (UTC)
Hope to see you doing your thing at some point during the season (I've got some days off!...yeah...spending days off at the faire...)

However it was nice to at least wave at you as you passed us as we met and uh...gret? on Sunday by Lunde's.

And when this madness is over, lady. We must chat!
Nimnimue9 on August 8th, 2005 04:29 pm (UTC)
I had an amazing time, as always! Dragged my man and his girls to "more shows this day than I ever have in the entire 20 years I have been going to faires," wonder why that could be? ~grin~ Pictures forthcoming once I find the little camera cable.

By the way -- and you and Don are partly to blame for this -- I'm taking my little brother to see Great Big Sea on Friday night. Another show we must catch together the next time they're in town...and it's not smack in the middle of faire goings-on. :0)
Artimis Lebeau: Mike under the influence of the Caffeineartimis_lebeau on August 8th, 2005 07:38 pm (UTC)
Message from "her Man"......

Thank you again... The show was great.. as Nim stated.. this is first year in the 20 that I have been going that I sat down to watch the shows at length and I enjoyed all of the ones I saw... You folks did great...
Kerry: joey & chandlerscreamingdolai on August 8th, 2005 04:51 pm (UTC)
Especially when nothing – but nothing – has been properly rehearsed
Amen sister!
Jobs, baby, Jobs!picoland on August 8th, 2005 06:23 pm (UTC)
Improv is like Zen, it's not what you think.
( robble)
Kerryscreamingdolai on August 8th, 2005 07:43 pm (UTC)
Well if that's the case, then I'm going to improv me more lines during the morning address, chess game 2, joust 2...
Jobs, baby, Jobs!picoland on August 8th, 2005 06:21 pm (UTC)
Ha! am loving th IF reference..now we'll call him Daniel Rand(y)

you need to work in a Hero for Hire reference too...

Mairearanturas on August 8th, 2005 07:54 pm (UTC)
Had a lovely time at dinner as well, thanks muchly --
Ilena Ayalanetsearcher on August 8th, 2005 08:45 pm (UTC)
For all the kvetching I've heard you do here about it, even based on Saturday (which you sound unthrilled with), I have to say, your archery does *NOT* suck! So there! :)
holding her tonic like a cross_shades_ on August 8th, 2005 09:21 pm (UTC)
Ee! I was there on sunday, but every time i saw you between sets you looked like you were running somewhere and I didn't want to slow you down.

Second joust was amazing. Completly. Your Bull's eye was a thing of beauty. :D

Ratesjul: Dream Peter Panratesjul on August 9th, 2005 08:12 am (UTC)

You know, Kelly, I have a feeling that - if you ever DON'T feel that you are doing badly at faire - everything would not work out immediately after!

You are way too hard on yourself. You do wonderful and fantastic stuff, and people love you for it. (and for you.)

*hugs, having no idea if that made sense*