All Saloon Theater
The AST just had their yearly fundraiser for the play, whatever it turns out to be. We made a Saloon out of a basement, which included a wall made intirely of huge sheets of black paper hanging from the ceiling. Everything looked like crap and wasn't gonna work. Maggie was the barkeep, where we couldn't serve alcohol, so she spent an hour before hand making up drinks for us to guinea pig and take shots of. I ended up drinking pineapple and lime juice with a gummi bear in it. It was horrible. An elaborate version of chocolate milk in a shot glass, however, was delicious.
The show ended up be pretty awesome, but we'll never admidt it, except I just did. Everything we figured would go wrong, plus some, happened. Songs weren't memorized, music was messed up, and the lines in our melodrama were backwards. We ran out of some drink ingredients ( fruit juices, sodas, milk, chocolate and strawberry syrup, gummi bears, marshmellow paste, and more were used in shots with names like "the blood of our enemies" and "dusty whore"). We generally had no idea what to do with the people who showed up.
I ended up teaching/playing cards with some girls who didn't know each other. This went well, because I also forgot most of the rules for poker, and was effectivly making them up as I went. I was also blatantly cheating. Not in a way where I was winning, mind you, but I kept switching my cards and getting more chips from another table. So it may have been a bad game, but at least i was entertaining.
People kept stealing my clothes too. We had an "Old Timey Photos" booth set up, so people could dress up in western clothes and take pictures. Problem was, if they needed more costumes than the ones provided, they'd steal them from us. I ended up short a vest and hat, and stole a hat off a guy during the melodrama.
My sister made jokes, all the better from the accent she adopted for the show, as the MC, Douglas:
"A man challenged me to a duel, he slapped me in the face and told me to choose my weapon! I chose the turkey -- I was raised on a turkey farm and that was all I knew! We stood back to back, took ten paces, turned around and set our turkies go! They wandered around and left, and I declared myself the winner! This infuriated him, and he slapped me again and told me to choose a real weapon this time! I thought, what kills a man? Cholesterol! So I chose popcorn! So we stood back to back with a handful of popcorn each, took ten paces. I ate my popcorn, and declared myself the winner! He was incised! He slapped me agian, and told me to choose my weapon! This time I said the dollar coin! So we stood back to back and took ten paces. He threw his coin at me, and I picked it up and put it in my pocket and declared myself the winner! Then I married Annie Oakley!"
Then the wall fell down and she declared the saloon delapidated.
So anyway, we raised some dough for the play next semester and had a fun time with a make believe saloon.
The show ended up be pretty awesome, but we'll never admidt it, except I just did. Everything we figured would go wrong, plus some, happened. Songs weren't memorized, music was messed up, and the lines in our melodrama were backwards. We ran out of some drink ingredients ( fruit juices, sodas, milk, chocolate and strawberry syrup, gummi bears, marshmellow paste, and more were used in shots with names like "the blood of our enemies" and "dusty whore"). We generally had no idea what to do with the people who showed up.
I ended up teaching/playing cards with some girls who didn't know each other. This went well, because I also forgot most of the rules for poker, and was effectivly making them up as I went. I was also blatantly cheating. Not in a way where I was winning, mind you, but I kept switching my cards and getting more chips from another table. So it may have been a bad game, but at least i was entertaining.
People kept stealing my clothes too. We had an "Old Timey Photos" booth set up, so people could dress up in western clothes and take pictures. Problem was, if they needed more costumes than the ones provided, they'd steal them from us. I ended up short a vest and hat, and stole a hat off a guy during the melodrama.
My sister made jokes, all the better from the accent she adopted for the show, as the MC, Douglas:
"A man challenged me to a duel, he slapped me in the face and told me to choose my weapon! I chose the turkey -- I was raised on a turkey farm and that was all I knew! We stood back to back, took ten paces, turned around and set our turkies go! They wandered around and left, and I declared myself the winner! This infuriated him, and he slapped me again and told me to choose a real weapon this time! I thought, what kills a man? Cholesterol! So I chose popcorn! So we stood back to back with a handful of popcorn each, took ten paces. I ate my popcorn, and declared myself the winner! He was incised! He slapped me agian, and told me to choose my weapon! This time I said the dollar coin! So we stood back to back and took ten paces. He threw his coin at me, and I picked it up and put it in my pocket and declared myself the winner! Then I married Annie Oakley!"
Then the wall fell down and she declared the saloon delapidated.
So anyway, we raised some dough for the play next semester and had a fun time with a make believe saloon.