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Not a lot of time for updating when you're choking in a dust bowl or frying in the hot desert sun.
It's Monday night, and we just got back from our second weekend at Ren Faire. The faire was just as awful as last weekend, and twice as hot. Patrons were passing out, performers were disappearing to find shade, and the jousters horses, even in their cooled grazing area, had 96 degree temperatures to deal with. My boss got sun poisoning and had to lay down in the booth, and I stopped milling around in the streets because it was too hot for patrons apparently too, so there was hardly anyone to perform for. And the dust just kept rolling in. I've taken a shower already, and I still have dirt on my feet that won't come off.
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On the TOP of my feet.
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On the bright side, the saturday night party is still incredible, and promises to go on being so. Access to more alcohol than even I can handle. And that's a lot of alcohol. My first drum circle, oh man, it's freaking great. I finally discovered something that I can literally just DO, like, for hours on end. And with other people, it's even better. We sat around talking, and drinking, and drumming, until around 2:30 in the morning, and then everyone else went to bed and I went down and drummed in the docks. I remember making a beat that sounded like the land and the water and the air as I was seeing it, but I'm never going to remember what it was which makes me sad. And last night, I gave a woman a massage for almost an hour, and every 5-10 minutes she'd moan and rub her hand over mine and say "Don't your hands ever get tired?" And people really liked my poetry. They asked me to bring some with me next time so I could read more of it for them. That was nice.
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I haven't really learned a lot of what I expected to learn, but I do realize I'm learning more than I admit. Not about performance and the like, but about the way people react to one another. I'm realizing it's easier to see how people fall into stereotypes and make decisions and band together against one another when it seems like everything else is falling apart. There's so many politics for such a small event that I almost don't know what to make of it all. But I realize that everyone in this business embelishes. It's almost policy, it's so common. You paint yourself in the best light possible and make a single occurance into a consistent event. And even in the adult world, once you've grown uo, there's still serious immaturity and double talk. Talking kindly to a persons face and awfully behind there back.
Well... life lesson for the day:
EVERYONE has SOMETHING to say.
It's Monday night, and we just got back from our second weekend at Ren Faire. The faire was just as awful as last weekend, and twice as hot. Patrons were passing out, performers were disappearing to find shade, and the jousters horses, even in their cooled grazing area, had 96 degree temperatures to deal with. My boss got sun poisoning and had to lay down in the booth, and I stopped milling around in the streets because it was too hot for patrons apparently too, so there was hardly anyone to perform for. And the dust just kept rolling in. I've taken a shower already, and I still have dirt on my feet that won't come off.
...
On the TOP of my feet.
...
On the bright side, the saturday night party is still incredible, and promises to go on being so. Access to more alcohol than even I can handle. And that's a lot of alcohol. My first drum circle, oh man, it's freaking great. I finally discovered something that I can literally just DO, like, for hours on end. And with other people, it's even better. We sat around talking, and drinking, and drumming, until around 2:30 in the morning, and then everyone else went to bed and I went down and drummed in the docks. I remember making a beat that sounded like the land and the water and the air as I was seeing it, but I'm never going to remember what it was which makes me sad. And last night, I gave a woman a massage for almost an hour, and every 5-10 minutes she'd moan and rub her hand over mine and say "Don't your hands ever get tired?" And people really liked my poetry. They asked me to bring some with me next time so I could read more of it for them. That was nice.
...
I haven't really learned a lot of what I expected to learn, but I do realize I'm learning more than I admit. Not about performance and the like, but about the way people react to one another. I'm realizing it's easier to see how people fall into stereotypes and make decisions and band together against one another when it seems like everything else is falling apart. There's so many politics for such a small event that I almost don't know what to make of it all. But I realize that everyone in this business embelishes. It's almost policy, it's so common. You paint yourself in the best light possible and make a single occurance into a consistent event. And even in the adult world, once you've grown uo, there's still serious immaturity and double talk. Talking kindly to a persons face and awfully behind there back.
Well... life lesson for the day:
EVERYONE has SOMETHING to say.