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02 August 2004 @ 10:45 am
Ah, Dress Rehearsal weekend.  
It was by turns productive and alarming. The weather was miserably hot and humid and we sweated by the bucket-load. I’m aching in pretty much every muscle. But, the show is ready. Mostly.

Costumes are another matter entirely. I’m not going to say anything more on that. I might cry. Or hit something. Not just on my own behalf, either.

Saturday was the truly hot and miserable one; I’d sweated through my bodice by noon. We ran the first half of the Faire day. The first joust was an absolute clusterfuck. The early scenes were rather nice. The Singing Wenches had a chance to what will be the 5:00 set – the really bawdy one. ‘Twas good, and since we had a bit of extra time, we ‘Johnny’d’ Angelo.

The first Chess Game went far better than I had expected. My fight with Robin Hood is such a joy!

Now, every Faire has a parade. I truly do not like it. I’ve never liked being in it, but I’m told that patrons enjoy it, so… Lionel has decided to enliven the parade this year by making it a Noise Parade. Everyone has drums or other instruments, or songs, or chants, or even something visually interesting– you get the idea. He situated the Robin Hood band at the end of the parade and then told us we could screw with the parade as much as we wanted, so long as we didn’t actually stop it in its course. Since we all had snagged tree branches and were doing our best Birnam Wood, we took that and ran. Literally. In full frelling costume (for me, that’s tights, underskirt, overskirt, blouse and beautiful but very restrictive bodice) we ran between booths to get ahead of the parade. We crouched just before the parade came by, and once they had passed we ran AGAIN. This time it was over Forest Walk to get near to the Chess Board. Robin Hood and Will Scarlet are young bucks. I am not. Too, I had the encumbrance of skirts wrapping about my legs. I heard Tuck yell, “I can’t believe you’re making me run!” which of course made me snort – not conducive to running. We made it though, and formed a ‘tree’ in the middle of the road.

So, after all of this running around like complete idiots in full costume on an abysmally hot and humid day, it turns out that the band cannot be in the parade. We have a scene at that very time. ::grrrrr::

Don and I camped for the first time this year. It was a nice, mellow evening. I talked joust stuff with Lewis and Jeff – always fun. Chatted books with Angelo and Cara. Looked at the full moon. Very nice.

On to Sunday. You just know the day is going to suck when you awake to the sound of rain pounding down on your tent. You know it is going to suck even more when you realize that it isn’t the sound of rain that awakened you, but cramps.

The rain did abate. The cramps, not so much. The weather was moderately better. I still ended up drenched and icky by day’s end. We ran the second half of the day, though Chris also gave us two hours of horse time to fix Joust 1.

Chess 2 was fine. Again – I love my fight with milfsrus! Robin Hood and I also took some time to run our Chess 1 fight four or five times; the fight captain gave us an excellent note, and it cleaned up a few spots beautifully.

Meet the Band was rocky, but it really was the very first time we’d run it. I do not doubt it will do well once we have an audience.

Joust 2. Erm. Most of it went swimmingly. The ceremonial stuff at the beginning was lovely; the execution/ground fight at the end was excellent. The middle section – the part with the actual joust passes – not so smooth, that. On the second pass, Tamara started bucking on the list. Oso, on the other side of the rail, shied away. Unfortunately, it set him off for the rest of the passes. He was not listening to me on the next run. On the fourth pass, he flipped. He stumbled, and when he recovered he started crowhopping. I got tossed about a bit, but I really thought I had it. Then he bucked and twisted and that was it. I was off – pretty much under my own control, but still… When I got back on him, Oso still hadn’t calmed. I didn’t even pick up a lance. I used my lance hand to rein him in. I felt like a wimp for doing so, but I needed him to listen to me.


Then it was off to Pub Sing. Kelley gave me a lovely leg massage (I strained it when I fell, and I think I may have it with the edge of my shield– I have the loveliest bruise now!).

T&P followed, and then that was that. We are done until next Saturday. Opening Day. Shite.

Now I shall be off to take my freaky horse for a trail ride. Hopefully that will loosen up some of my muscles. Sheesh, but I’m sore.
I feel: soreouchy
Jaredcrimsontom on August 2nd, 2004 07:52 am (UTC)
Ah Costumes...all I'll say is after being told where to hang my stuff (since we are supplying our own) I came back to find one of my personal shirts GONE! Seems that they cleared that same rack that we were told to use so they could find shirts for the beverage folks. They new exactly which one it was too so that kind of pissed me off. It was pretty obvious it wasn't one that the faire owned(Got it back the next day though.
(no subject) - trongersoll on August 2nd, 2004 08:14 am (UTC) (Expand)
Kel: secret countryladyjoust on August 2nd, 2004 03:21 pm (UTC)
Glad you have found this of interest; I tend to ramble and assume most people will stop reading a few sentences in - if they haven't dropped off to sleep on their keyboards! ;)

I'm assuming I'll see you Opening Weekend. Hopefully we'll have glorious weather for it!

Be well!
Bird on a Wing: Make a Facecaragana_leaves on August 2nd, 2004 11:36 am (UTC)
*longs to be at Renfaire watching Kelly*
Kel: secret countryladyjoust on August 2nd, 2004 03:23 pm (UTC)
::misses Red!::
Nim: swordwomannimue9 on August 2nd, 2004 11:37 am (UTC)
~good-for-soreness vibes~ Waking up with cramps never seems fair to me.... Have a lovely opening weekend, though! If Carlos MacRican, head of Clan MacRican, comes and bothers- erm, greets you, consider him my messenger. :0) And I will come and see you and all the hard work you're putting in!
Kel: secret countryladyjoust on August 2nd, 2004 03:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you, dear! I'll keep my eye out for this Spaniard-Scot.

And you'd darn well better come, you! Just.... 'cause!
Tim Bolbrockinfinity10003 on August 2nd, 2004 11:58 am (UTC)
If it makes you feel any better at least you guys amused me hiding in the bushes...

Kel: secret countryladyjoust on August 2nd, 2004 03:23 pm (UTC)
Tim, it really does make me feel better. Thanks muchly!

Oh, and I didn't get to tell you that your intro at the Costume Parade made me snort!!!
Ilena Ayalanetsearcher on August 2nd, 2004 09:28 pm (UTC)
I spy...
A chimney sweep!

Hi Tim!
-Ilena (formerly Mistress Colleen Bray)
Adrienne C.: cloth dolladrienne429 on August 2nd, 2004 05:33 pm (UTC)
looking forward to it..
It sounds all so wonderful.
I'm coming back as you in my next life...

Kel: stardustladyjoust on August 2nd, 2004 06:02 pm (UTC)
Re: looking forward to it..
Hon, anytime you want to fall off a horse, I can arrange that!

::grins impishly::

Honestly, I hope we give you a good show opening weekend. I can not WAIT to see new costumes on the waaay skinnier you!
Kendallmilfsrus on August 2nd, 2004 05:58 pm (UTC)
Okay can I just join you on the sentiments of the Parade!
So happy we have a conflict.
You know the work we've done makes me excited for folks to come see, which is a big yay. And I know that you guys will rock the joust.
Here's to a great opening weekend!
Ilena Ayalanetsearcher on August 2nd, 2004 09:25 pm (UTC)
When I got back on him, Oso still hadn’t calmed. I didn’t even pick up a lance. I used my lance hand to rein him in. I felt like a wimp for doing so, but I needed him to listen to me.

That was the right thing to do. Schooling him *immediately* was more important than having a lance in hand. And frankly, if you'd tried that, it probably would have just delayed the ineveitable schooling time, and made it longer when you did do it.

It *wasn't* a wimp out.