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11 August 2003 @ 01:51 pm
Second verse, same as the first  
Yet another weekend of Faire. Yet another weekend of rain. Why, oh why?

Weekend the Second:

As we had been thoroughly drenched opening weekend, I was certain we were due for better weather. Foolish girl, I.

Saturday dawned damp and muddy; it had poured the previous evening. We opened to a small crowd, and the day went fairly well - until 3:30. The rain began to fall and did not stop until late that evening. It varied in its intensity. Sometimes it fell in a light shower, at other times it was a torrent. Needless to say we continued with the show. The second Chess Game took place in a steady fall of rain. The rain-slick grass made for treacherous footing. It eased up around 6pm, just in time for the joust. The poor squires had to rake and shovel the field once more so that we could ride out and do a truncated show for the hundred or so people that remained. It wasn’t brilliant, but there were no injuries (save for Don hitting himself in the head with his quillons during the ground fight) so that was well. Pub Sing once again took place in the pouring rain. The lovely thing about Pub Sing is that it is always fun. I may grumble and grouse about having to get back into costume after the final joust, but I always end up singing full out and dancing about like an idiot. Tim was hanging with Kelley and I. My, but he is a cutie! So very talented and oh-so-veryvery-young!

Also on Saturday was the Sheroes meet-up. I barely got to see anyone, though we did ‘Johnny’ Tim at the 2:30 Wench set. *grin!!!* Erin had a good time, though, and that’s what the meet-up was really about. I am pleased that they got to see me joust, and that I had a good show while they were there.

Erin and I did not camp that evening (though Don did) as the rain showed no signs of ceasing. Sunday morning’s sky was a shifting patchwork of clouds and pale blue sky. We were rained on once again, around mid-day, but it never got too bad. We were able to do *gasp!* the full second joust. That’s right: eight passes for me. I had been so worried about doing that many passes. Pish, I say!. No problem. I felt so strong that I was surprised to find I had just two runs left before my fall. Mind you, I don’t know if I’ll feel so invincible come Labor Day. That third day of performance is beyond draining. As the final joust took place in sunlight, so too did Pub Sing. We were able to have it on the stage, as opposed to being huddled around the (scarcely) covered picnic tables. Kelley and I had a blast. We danced with mad abandon and I admittedly kept sneaking peeks at cutie John. Why not? He complimented me on my jousting, and I just grinned stupidly. I may have giggled. Kel made fun of me after, of course.

I woke up at 2:30 this morning with sorely swollen glands, a light fever and far too much phlegm in my throat. Thanks, bad weather and exhausting performance schedule! I owe it all to you! I just hope I heal by Friday. My voice is in the basement. I sound like a tenor. I have about four notes in my range. *sigh*

I'm taking up a collection to purchase a nice weekend. Sheesh.
 
 
 
Ratesjulratesjul on August 11th, 2003 08:26 pm (UTC)
*adds all the sunshine between 8.30am and 12.30pm, plus that between about 1.15pm and 5pm to the collection plate*

There, you get all the sun I can't enjoy, and none of the rain. Hope that helps.

*is still smiling*
Nimnimue9 on August 13th, 2003 05:09 am (UTC)
you were in my dream last night, by the way. you were wearing a green hat, so I never saw your face - just as well, I can only picture you as seen on the CP site. my scene partner and I were stuck on the pirate ship and missed our show, so to make up for it I was supposed to fight a duel with you. you had one of those whopping big claymores and I had a cavalry saber...tres strange. maybe it's an omen for, um, good weather? ~crosses fingers for nice weekend~