WIL - satisfaction
This was a really long weekend for me.
My happy little 'danes were not at faire (that's mundanes, not specifically the Danish chica) ;), which left me immense amounts of time alone. The first morning I spent mostly walking laps. I heard about one line from every show on the circuit, just enjoying those punchlines I remembered and wondering what I've been missing from the ones I have not seen (yet).
Sunday I spent much more time with thebb73 and remembered that three years ago, most of my time was with casanicci! (Come back, Shane!)
The biggest realization is that I will never be satisfied. Some people call that "ambition." So do I. =)
So, do I go for comfort and ease or new and different? Right now I am gravitating toward two character concepts:
My happiest moment? Seeing the look on Mother Mary's face when I introduced myself with "Oh, I pick a new name every day. Today it's Emma," on Sunday, exactly as I had said it to her on Saturday.
My best moment? Creating a minor spectacle on the chess board of trying to be ferocious and "scaring" Sir Osbert with Gretchen held high and a fearsome growl. Arrrrr. Let him giggle in fear!
Don't blame me. I haven't taken any classes on patron interaction. They scare me. Ok ok, but I do enjoy them in non-threatening groups, like at chess match. After Lt. Ellis and Magnus' baby von Hartman's fight, I like to say "Who brings a gun to a knife fight?!" and usually a couple people will agree/chuckle.
Compliments that I remember because on my own journal I feel suddenly guilty for being so self-centered wtf: (is it because there is actually a sentence with four "I"s?)
The Don on the parapet: I heard him on Sunday announcing the play from my car... parked in Overflow! Words were windblown, but the voice was there. Yay for projection!
Mother Mary: baby thief extraordinaire! "Remind me to tell you how she got the ice down her bodice" sounds much worse than it is. It was really very cute!
Hmmm... I did mention that I spent a lot of time alone, right?
My happy little 'danes were not at faire (that's mundanes, not specifically the Danish chica) ;), which left me immense amounts of time alone. The first morning I spent mostly walking laps. I heard about one line from every show on the circuit, just enjoying those punchlines I remembered and wondering what I've been missing from the ones I have not seen (yet).
Sunday I spent much more time with thebb73 and remembered that three years ago, most of my time was with casanicci! (Come back, Shane!)
The biggest realization is that I will never be satisfied. Some people call that "ambition." So do I. =)
- Must redo costume entirely... ok mostly... ok just a little. Remove the seed pearl trim, get an overskirt.... ok I'll be making it again from scratch. It needs length and where can I get flexible steel boning? I MISS my corsets. But really, no more middle ground. You can be a mistress or a lady, but not both.
- Character concept fleshing is fun and it helps to have ANY clue what you are talking about (thank you, thebb73)! Add a little historical accuracy and you move from merry murderess to hapless widow of a fool, which is soooo much sillier.
- People do not bite... so far.
- Speaking of half measures, I will drink the kool-aid. Even if only once. Next year, I try out. *whimper*
- People WILL hand their babies to complete strangers! Luckily I only got one and she was a happy, shiny Gypsy baby.
- I am a shy extrovert. At the end of a long, tiring day, Pub Sing and bagpipe dancing rev me up for a full two hours (after which I pass out completely, of course). I actually tried the dancing in the circle for the first time. I had every single step wrong and managed to mimic instead of mirror on the pass throughs... twice. *sigh*
- I need bloomers! underpants. etc. Between Irish galloping and Gypsy spinning... Yes, my legs are still quite white. Thank you.
- My skin is freakish. I put on dabbles of SPF 30, and get NO burn, NO color, NO reaction at all. But if I skip it, then I turn bright pink, even red for a couple of days then it rounds down to a deep, rich brown. Where is my happy medium?! How can I live the life of moderation when my very body proclaims its dedication to all or nothing?!
So, do I go for comfort and ease or new and different? Right now I am gravitating toward two character concepts:
- Make Emma Weaver into a bar maid. She'd be a townie then and I can't help but play the supportive role. My main toon is a healer, after all.
- Start a savage (Native American) because my skin is getting dark and my husband wants me to let my hair grow long. And I used to play peculiar well.
My happiest moment? Seeing the look on Mother Mary's face when I introduced myself with "Oh, I pick a new name every day. Today it's Emma," on Sunday, exactly as I had said it to her on Saturday.
My best moment? Creating a minor spectacle on the chess board of trying to be ferocious and "scaring" Sir Osbert with Gretchen held high and a fearsome growl. Arrrrr. Let him giggle in fear!
Don't blame me. I haven't taken any classes on patron interaction. They scare me. Ok ok, but I do enjoy them in non-threatening groups, like at chess match. After Lt. Ellis and Magnus' baby von Hartman's fight, I like to say "Who brings a gun to a knife fight?!" and usually a couple people will agree/chuckle.
Compliments that I remember because on my own journal I feel suddenly guilty for being so self-centered wtf: (is it because there is actually a sentence with four "I"s?)
The Don on the parapet: I heard him on Sunday announcing the play from my car... parked in Overflow! Words were windblown, but the voice was there. Yay for projection!
Mother Mary: baby thief extraordinaire! "Remind me to tell you how she got the ice down her bodice" sounds much worse than it is. It was really very cute!
Hmmm... I did mention that I spent a lot of time alone, right?