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16 August 2004 @ 11:17 pm
Weekend the Second  
Long, again, and likely rather boring.

bunnymcfoo was in attendance both days; I believe, and indeed hope most fervently, that she had a rather nice time.

The crowds were decent, though decidedly smaller than the previous weekend. It did not help that the weather forecast was rather bleak. As it turned out, we only got rained on a very little bit on Sunday, whereas ‘they’ had predicted a deluge.


Saturday: Frelling humid! Though it was not overly warm, most of us were pouring sweat. It was absolutely oppressive weather.

Despite that, the day went rather well. Certainly the scenes were just fine. Of course, during ‘Robin meets Marian,” I got so caught up in the moment with Hood that I totally forgot to cut off Tuck’s singing. Oops! ‘Meet the Band’ was HUGE, even for a small-crowd day. I’d really love to tighten that scene up, but I don’t know how to approach it. I’m not even sure it is my right to do so, as Kelley is the director. Anyway, there were a good number of return-kids. Tori was there, as was Katherine. There was another young lady (I suck- can’t recall her name) whose Mom said, “If I may say, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight over the last couple of seasons.” When I demurred, she said, “I’ve noticed it from the pictures. We have one from each year.” Vain Kelly rejoiced inwardly. Of course, my veryvery favourite was Mason, my six-year old boyfriend. What a sweetie! According to his mom, he talks about me during the off-season. I know that most of that, and indeed the response most kids have to me, lies in the magic of the name “Maid Marian,” but still… yay!

The Chess Games were fine. Actually, Chess 1 was brilliant. My fight with Hood was – well, I’m going to sound all sappy, but the best thing I can say is that it was transcendent. It went beyond choreography and script. It became as natural as breathing. It was a dance. It was effortless. The sound of swords striking was music. Hats off to my partner; I can only dare to hope we find that again.

On the lighter side, for anyone who was at Chess 2… Ann’s slip in saying “We shall wager all on the game of "Chest”… PRICELESS. Now, Ann is the goods. She is notoriously hard to fluster. So, once this little gem slipped through her lips, all bets were off. Some of us were kind, and tried to swallow our laughter. Others, not so much. They ( ::coughJustinLewiscough:: ) grinned at her and commented openly. When she sat down beside me on the bench after the start of play, she mumbled “Thirteen years, I’ve been so careful…”

I managed to come up with two new, if rather lame, verses for the Wench songs. I’ve come to the conclusion I’d rather have mildly cute and new than killer-but-already-used. I’ll pull out the old ones on occasion – I mean, one needs to hear a good LOTR cock-Ring joke every now and again – but I hate not having new material. Cat is so frelling brilliant at writing them; I’m never going to touch on that.

Jousts were all right. I lost my overskirt in Joust 1. It just came flying off during games. Joust 2 went pretty much to plan. Oso ran like a loon and wasn’t so big on the brakes. What gives? It’s like he finally realized that J.T. isn’t riding him anymore, and that he can actually move a lot faster. Ah, well. I can deal with that.

Sunday: Rain threatened. As it happened, it actually rained but twice during the day, but the mere notion that we’d be dumped on kept the crowds to a minimum. I ditched my good togs and wore the rain costume. Now, according to the scale I’ve not lost more than a few pounds. My smallest jeans are still tight in the thighs. But my old bodice and skirts are too big. Yay, I guess… but that means I’m tripping over hems when I fight and I have no cleavage when I lace up. Meh.

Recall how I was one of the ‘good guys’ during Ann’s ‘Chest Game’ slip of the tongue? Well… throw that all to Hell. During ‘Morning Address,’ the Sheriff announces that he and Marian will be playing a game of Living Chess. I whispered to Lewis that he should call it ‘Chest.’ And, of course, he leapt upon that. Hopefully Ann will just blame him for that; who would ever think that innocent Kel would suggest such a thing?

‘RH meets MM’ was notable only in that we were in ‘Kiss of Death’ distance, and that almost broke me. ‘Meet the Band’ was, again, way bigger than the relatively small gate would warrant. There were several more return-kids. Megan and her brother Michael were there - I remembered them (though I had to be reminded of names, which I hate; why can I not have some supernatural ability?). Mason tugged at my skirt as I was hastening by before the scene began: he pressed something into my hand. It was a pewter unicorn pin with a crystal set into it. I put it on immediately.

Joust-wise, not such a good day for me. I sucked at the games – I owe Lewis a dollar, as he set a wager before we rode out and he did, indeed, beat me. Granted, my horse was dehydrated (I was panicky about that, perhaps more than I ought to have been), but still… I just tanked. I’m planning on thoroughly kicking his ass next weekend, though. Dammit. Had a couple of really nice hits, but on one of them I hit the actor playing Dudley too far inside, and his shield smashed against his ribs. It is my own fault. He wasn’t giving me the best shield, and I got frustrated and just wanted to hit whatever I could. Thus, my targeting was not as precise as it ought to have been. Dammit yet again. No one could possibly make me feel worse than I do right now.

Joust 2? Well, to borrow a phrase from Cat, it made my ass ache. WOW, that was bad. There were missed hits, screwed up passes and general chaos. Hats off to the ground crew; they held it together beautifully. When you’re riding into the pocket, see a horse running off when it ought not be, reaching for a lance that is suddenly a solid when you think it should be a breakaway… well, it is a gift to be able to shout, “Tell me what I need to do!” to the person on the ground and have them ready with an answer for you. And I suck a million times over because in that entire frelling show I need, truly NEED to hit ONCE. And I missed that hit.

And when we added an extra open field pass, and all was done, my horse went wonky and would not listen to me. Lewis had to blasted chase me with the CB, and still, after the hit, Oso would not stand still to let me fall. When I finally rolled out, he took off running. GODS!!!! What am I doing wrong? Add to that that Nick took a shield to the face… not our best show.

Best antidote EVER: Pub Sing and Free Beer.
 
 
I feel: draineddrained
I hear: "The Arran Convict,' Battlefield Band
 
 
 
rrrragganald on August 16th, 2004 11:08 pm (UTC)
it was lovely to meet you(though not really) at the sphereplay booth. i only wish i had been sure it was you before big michael wisked you off to see his wife(?)
kelleymck on August 17th, 2004 07:55 am (UTC)
go ahead
fix it...tighten it up...I cant get my ass in there to do it at this point so I hereby appoint you in charge
Ilena Ayalanetsearcher on August 17th, 2004 07:03 pm (UTC)
On the lighter side, for anyone who was at Chess 2… Ann’s slip in saying “We shall wager all on the game of "Chest”… PRICELESS.

ROTFLMAO!!! I say for Black Monday she changes the rules to appropriately reflect that the players are indeed playing a Chest game.

Now, according to the scale I’ve not lost more than a few pounds. My smallest jeans are still tight in the thighs. But my old bodice and skirts are too big.

You've lost fat and gained muscle. It's a good trade. :)

I’d really love to tighten that scene up, but I don’t know how to approach it. I’m not even sure it is my right to do so, as Kelley is the director.

I was going to suggest that you just speak to her about it and sort it out, but I see (after reading the comments) that's not necessary. :) *waves to Kelley M.*