Ugh.
I have the post-festival hangover. It's disproportionately bad, considering how little and short the Shakespeare Stroll was compared to Renfest this past March. I fell asleep at work, and in both of my classes thus far. I feel nauseous. My knees, for some unknown reason, hurt (I think they're inflamed; if it's not gone by tomorrow, I will be taking some ibuprofen), my feet hurt, and I have a headache. I have not done my homework, nor studied for the test on Wednesday. I'm seriously debating skipping my last class, and would certainly do it, except that it's the class that I have the test in. I feel like shit. On the bright side, Chris came to the Stroll both days, and took some excellent pictures the last day. There's a fabulous picture of Vanessa getting her ass smacked by Keith. I was very impressed at Chris'picture-taking ability, seeing as how pictures I take invariably have a finger or hair in them.
Anyway, I'm dead now, but I had a great time at the Stroll. Some of the scenes were truly great. I thought all the Hamlet stuff could've been cut, and the Midsummer Night's Dream as well (although Yvey and Schichi were incredible; really, you guys carried those scenes). Mom was particularly enamored of Froggy and Vanessa's performances (I agree utterly. I didn't realize what a great actor Froggy is, and Vanessa, you ARE a shrew. ;) ). I also enjoyed having my boobs practically leap out of my corsets, though they're a bit sore now, and relieved to be a normal bra again. Dave and Jez's drunken characters were quite fabulous, and from my vantage point at the top of the seats, I could see that Jez's breasts truly have a life of their own. Did Vanessa mention Mars in a kilt? Because that was a classic. Anyway, I'm off home. I am truly dead, and need to sleep. Faretheewell, all.
Anyway, I'm dead now, but I had a great time at the Stroll. Some of the scenes were truly great. I thought all the Hamlet stuff could've been cut, and the Midsummer Night's Dream as well (although Yvey and Schichi were incredible; really, you guys carried those scenes). Mom was particularly enamored of Froggy and Vanessa's performances (I agree utterly. I didn't realize what a great actor Froggy is, and Vanessa, you ARE a shrew. ;) ). I also enjoyed having my boobs practically leap out of my corsets, though they're a bit sore now, and relieved to be a normal bra again. Dave and Jez's drunken characters were quite fabulous, and from my vantage point at the top of the seats, I could see that Jez's breasts truly have a life of their own. Did Vanessa mention Mars in a kilt? Because that was a classic. Anyway, I'm off home. I am truly dead, and need to sleep. Faretheewell, all.