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26 September 2004 @ 11:32 pm
 
It is over.

Faire is done for another year. I am alternating between weepy and exhilarated. The last weekend was a joy. Saying farewell, for now at least, to people I respect and admire and love was difficult. At least I'll see my horse this week - and for any following that saga, he was a very bad boy on Saturday and an exceptionally good boy today.

I'll give the full details on the morrow. For now, I'm going to bed. I damned well may cry a bit more. Wanna make something of it?
 
 
I feel: numbnumb
 
 
 
Shado: drunkmeamgrimlock on September 26th, 2004 09:40 pm (UTC)
Nothing to make "something" of.
The end of the Faire season is the Happiest Sad day of the year.

All the friends. All the fellow performers. The bonds of trust forged in the lanes. The parties in the parking lot at the end of each day. The comaraderie. These are all happy times, and will be missed.

The exhaustion. The messy house. The lack of sleep. The inability to spend time with friends who aren't involved with faire. The struggling to keep up at work (for those of us who do not earn our living as actors). These are the prices we pay for our art. And it is good when they end.

It is the strangest mix of emotion I have ever felt. Powerful emotion. Overwhelming.

Cry all you want. We understand.
Jobs, baby, Jobs!picoland on September 27th, 2004 04:41 am (UTC)
::hugs::- it will have to be a virtual one since we left before pub sing ( niece's birthday) - give D a big ol' smooch ( in a European- non sexual way ) for me. Ok you can make it sexual...errr....argh ( robble)

yami_shadows on September 27th, 2004 05:31 pm (UTC)
Sounds like the last day of school- without the rampant yearbook signing. *hug*
(Anonymous) on September 28th, 2004 08:59 am (UTC)

no i dont want to make something of it i dont want a black eye hee hee sorry its megan and hope to see you soon