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23 August 2005 @ 07:30 pm
 
I could tell you all how odd Faire is for me this year, but no one wants to hear that dren.

So, on to
The Weekend:

Friday afternoon, we worked on the ‘clothesline’ for Joust 1. While it’s still a bit shaky, but I think we can make it work - without killing, maiming, or generally injuring any horses, ground crew, or jousters.

Saturday was a rather nice day – mid 80’s (Fahrenheit) with more humidity than I’d like, but manageable. Certainly better than last weekend. I got my hat from ”Crown and Feather”. It is a work in progress (Scott took it home to pretty it up this week), but it is black with a big brim and sassy little feathers and it keeps the sun from my eyes. I call that a win.

Scenes were fine. Chess Games – likewise. In Chess 1, though, Kel and I tanked it. Not utterly, and anyone who doesn’t know the fight wouldn’t have noticed, but we did. And so did the guy who had choreographed it. Yeah. He was there that day. *facepalm*

Joust 1 was good. REALLY good. Not the tossed rings – we all tanked – but the rest of the games and most of the passes were spot-on. Nick and I had two double hits – with solids even, so go me! – before the third pass(my fall). Here’s a bit of funny. After the show, someone came back and said to the knights “there are a couple of kids outside who want their flags signed.” (if anyone didn’t know, we are selling felt and ribbon pennants in the knights’ joust colours) Nick and I strode out to see two men and two boys waiting. Each boy held a flag: one in Nick’s colours, one if the other bad guy’s.

That was a bit awkward. Okay, not really. But I hemmed and hawed and said something lame and went back to my little den of ‘no one wanting Marian’s tainted signature.’ d’oh.

Much to my delight (and that of two other performers) our Edelweiss girls were back – all three of them! As it was Saturday, and Kel didn’t have to race for the bus back to the city, they were able to sing for us after Pub Sing. Now, they’ve not done this for two summers (they came individually last year), so it was a bit rocky. The quote of the day came from V.’s little brother. Sighing, he said, “They used to be so good." At the end of “I Don’t Need Anything But You,” they came running out to the three of us and gave us keychains with their pictures on them. Needless to say, we all three were sniveling idiots. I can not tell you how much I adore these kids. They are smart, sweet, talented, generous and beautiful.

Wench sets were fun. Can’t recall if anything happened in the first, but in the second I completely anachronismed. Hey – we were doing ‘Roll Me Over,’ Kel told me to take Number Nine (in addition to my Two). I warned her I’d probably have to do a repeat. Until I saw the guy in the Green Lantern t-shirt. I leapt up on a bench, pointed to him and belted, “Now here is Number Nine; I’m Sinestro and you’re MINE!!!!” Yeah, yeah, yeah. Completely modern. Screw it. Kel laughed, the audience enjoyed, and apparently I made GL shirt happy. He found me at ‘Meet the Band’ later that afternoon and thanked me. Final Wench set hit its usual levels of bawdy.

Joust 2, quite simply, rocked. Nick and I didn’t have as many doubles as we would have liked, but on every pass at least one of us hit. It was clean and smooth and Oso was clearly a bit jazzed. Before the final pass, I turned him to the list to await Nick’s signal. Oso fidgeted, pulled against my reins, and reared up a little in impatience. Yes. Oso. He FLEW down the rail, huffing, so very proud of himself. Oh, how I love that horse!

The ground fight was fine – okay, anyone who listened to my phonepost knows about my idiocy. Best I can figure, distance was wonky, I shifted my body to adjust and didn’t take my sword into account. *blush* I have a bit of a bruise on my right temple. It is my Badge of Shame.

Don and I didn’t stay over, although we did stay to have dinner with our usual crew.

Sunday was hotter and considerably more humid, but still better than the weekend prior. We had breakfast on site. I only mention this because, in a moment of considerable naughtiness, Kel and I decided we were going to split an order of hash browns. Only, there were two cakes rather than one, which was far too much, so we each ended up having a quarter of an order. Still – mmmmmmmm. Also, the bacon egg and cheese sandwiches are divine.

Again, scenes and Chess Games went fairly well. My fight with the Sheriff is improving, bit by bit. Certainly the audience liked it, and that is what counts. Sir Nicholas and Hood’s fight was gorgeous – despite a bad shoulder (spider bite – a BAD one) Nick got the most beautiful loft on his round-off. He is so pleased with that fight – as he should be. He’s even bought his own rapier. In turn, I bought him a leather rapier frog from ”RenBoots” (along with the Crown and Feather folk, the nicest people you could ever hope to meet – you find a lot of this type at Faire!). I am so proud of this kid. To you lot among my flist who are young and available – I’m just sayin’. He is a CATCH!!!!!

Joust 1 was interesting. Early in the games (side note: three tossed rings, baby, and I tipped the fourth one! Four next weekend. This I swear), Dante’s saddle slipped the actor playing Ivanhoe came off. As they readjusted, Ivanhoe (in nearly full armour, as always) got on Fortune. Now, she is a horse and as such she is strong. But she is a slightly built, older mare that isn’t used to that much weight for that much time. One double hit for Nick and I, one where I hit him but pulled. But, third pass he hit me perfectly. Oso was full of piss and vinegar (how odd, no? He hates the heat, and he is old and a wee bit heavy). He bounced into the pocket; I’d already ditched lance, helm and shield. Ah, what the hell thought I. My fall was somewhere between a running fall and a roll-out. I didn’t plant my feet well enough, so they skidded from under me a bit. Even so, I had control, so I was able to torque my body even as my legs went. Woosh – into the dirt. I lay there for a moment, playing the pain.

R. came running over to me. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, yeah,” said I.

“Oh.” Pause. Then, “Well – act!” Apparently it looked good enough that people were actually concerned. To which I say: that means I’m doing my job.

Joust 2 was fine. It was a good show: no injuries, no fouls. Still, nitpicky me is beyond cranky that I pulled my shield (actually, Nick and I pulled on the same pass; it was almost balletic). Much to my amusement, my attempt to play the helm hit is working better than I thought. Apparently, it plays that I’m really hurt. Again: YAY!!! There is a signal that will let the people on the ground know if any of the jousters are truly injured or incapacitated. Otherwise, it is all good.

Right before the show (actually, before the Archery Contest) another performer told me about a little girl who had been looking for me. Her name was Morgan (as in Morgan LeFay), and I was her hero because I rode horses. I had enough time to run out and say hello to her and her sister (I’m assuming, anyway) Kimberly. They promised to cheer for me and my horse. Later, as I made my way to Pub Sing, there they were. Their mom said, “We know you have to go work, but they wanted to say hello again.” We chatted for a few moments, then Morgan tilted her head. “Can you talk to us after you sing?”

“I promise.”

Squire moments of note (other than their just being so damned cute): DeTroy had bought two of the boys new doublets. He didn’t buy one for Bill since he’d made the suede doublet Bill wears. A few of us chipped in and bought him a brand new doublet –in purple. Hey, it’s my joust colour! Besides, there’s royal blue also, and gorgeous trim, and Bill looks FANTASTIC in it. He’s really happy, too, and that means the world to me. Also, Rich did his T&P case on Saturday, and it rocked.

And there you go. All that’s left to say is…

Verses!
I gave caviar to a vegetarian
Fruits and veg were all she’d eat.
Seems she’s had a change of heart
Her mouth is always full of meat.

There was Odin the All-Father
I must admit it’s odd.
It feels a little naughty to kneel
before a one-eyed god.

**********
I gave caviar to a mailman
It seems I wasn’t very clear
‘Cause now when he brings me a package
It’s “All deliveries in the rear.”

Dating Anubis is difficult,
Disquieting and crummy
No matter how I tempt him
It's clear he only wants his mummy.
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Mairearanturas on August 23rd, 2005 11:48 pm (UTC)
Stewart and I met Morgan -- your new fan -- after RH rescues LJ and we told her all about you and made her and her friend promise to cheer for you! We had a great chat about strong powerful women as she, Morgan, is named after the much misunderstood and maligned Morgan Le Fay. (Of course she probably would have cheered for you anyway)
Kathytoosha on August 24th, 2005 12:48 am (UTC)
Sunday I was right by the fence at second Joust and I have to admit that I thought you were hurt. And I KNOW all the people around me thought you were. I specifically remember hearing "Well you know that wasn't in the script"

Well played.
Adrienne C.adrienne429 on August 24th, 2005 01:20 am (UTC)
Odd?
Of course, I had to ask. Odd in what way?
holding her tonic like a cross_shades_ on August 24th, 2005 03:46 am (UTC)
I must admit that when we went a few weeks ago, there was much girlish giggling over Sir Nicholas, cutie that he is. :D

Hahaha, your verses are amazing :p
Ratesjulratesjul on August 24th, 2005 05:43 am (UTC)
Kelly, my dear, I *love* your Faire entries.

Methinks you should write a novel about faire - the on stage and off stage parts of it. :-D
Kerryscreamingdolai on August 24th, 2005 01:51 pm (UTC)
I could tell you all how odd Faire is for me this year
You can tell me, I'm a doctor. ;-)
RabbiActorrabbitactor on August 24th, 2005 02:09 pm (UTC)
I'll say it again cause it's worth saying and everyone reading this should know. Your Coleslaw was FABULOUS!! Very well done darlin'.
Julietfair_juliet on August 24th, 2005 08:38 pm (UTC)
This whole year has had an odd vibe to it. I guess it's odd in different ways for different people.

Remember WWKD?

oh and it was so cute to see you backstage say "hang on..." *barf* "Ok, i'm ready" and then ride out with such grace. You are too cute!