Not LT fic for once...
Weekend was busy and awesome. Jo Co and Paul and Storm on Friday night were very good, though Paul and Storm seemed to have far more energy than Jonathan Coulton, who, to be fair, had been detained by immigration in Heathrow earlier and probably had less time to relax. (Alan, have words! Mind you, he said they were very nice and gave him coffee.) He seemed pleasantly surprised that the crowd sang along continually and well, and had to keep reminding himself that that happens in Ireland, apparently. He also did a real (i.e. unplanned) encore at the end, which he doesn't normally. I'm trying to work out if he liked us that much, or if someone pointed out that the crowd rabidly baying for "ONE MORE TUNE!" were separated from the greenroom by two unlocked doors. Either way, he came back, did A Conversation with George which was a lovely way to end the night, and was generally awesome. And then I got the nerve to open the first of the unlocked doors as he walked past and stick my head through to say thank you. He seemed vaguely appreciative in a very tired way. The other fun thing about the gig was seeing how many people I knew were in the audience.
Saturday was the LARP demo and stand at the Toys for Big Boys expo. It was fun and completely exhausting. Lots of interest, mostly from small boys, but that's hardly surprising. There was also the documentary maker who may well be showing up at St. Anne's park with his camera, since he was ostensibly doing a documentary about art (or possibly Art, maybe even Ort) but seemed to be mentally planning one about LARP as his intriguedness levels increased the more we told him about it. (Favourite phrase: "Oh, wow, so it's like Extreme method acting!") Anyway, I got my pretentious on with "There's no such thing as art" and my reasons for thinking so (made up on the spot.) Not for nothing, that arts degree! Then Saturday night we went to Fibbers for Rick's birthday drinks, There was a great crowd, fun was had, we found a spot that was quiet enough to have a conversation and had lots of seats, and I got far far too drunk for three bottles of Lech.
Sunday was hangover and speech and drama essay, and a complete failure to tidy up as I'd intended. I have just come back from a speech and drama class, and I am now going to have a shower and go to bed and try not to think about how many work days are left in this week.
Saturday was the LARP demo and stand at the Toys for Big Boys expo. It was fun and completely exhausting. Lots of interest, mostly from small boys, but that's hardly surprising. There was also the documentary maker who may well be showing up at St. Anne's park with his camera, since he was ostensibly doing a documentary about art (or possibly Art, maybe even Ort) but seemed to be mentally planning one about LARP as his intriguedness levels increased the more we told him about it. (Favourite phrase: "Oh, wow, so it's like Extreme method acting!") Anyway, I got my pretentious on with "There's no such thing as art" and my reasons for thinking so (made up on the spot.) Not for nothing, that arts degree! Then Saturday night we went to Fibbers for Rick's birthday drinks, There was a great crowd, fun was had, we found a spot that was quiet enough to have a conversation and had lots of seats, and I got far far too drunk for three bottles of Lech.
Sunday was hangover and speech and drama essay, and a complete failure to tidy up as I'd intended. I have just come back from a speech and drama class, and I am now going to have a shower and go to bed and try not to think about how many work days are left in this week.