Lovely day and night
I feel alive... if sore. :)
Aikido's Friday was taught by the teacher who always pushes us to the edge and leaves us sore- the man has a gift for creating bizarre training and conditioning excercises.
Morning swing with George, being loved and fed breakfast and fudge, passing out a massage or two.
Off to Faire, where I finally got some proper gigs going with more than one scum member at a time. We staged an arm wrestling contest, which became an indian wresting contest. The only one I didn't win out of 21 rounds was when someone grabbed my arse to distract me. I needn't have done anything, but Kate (my character) would never let that stand and so turned on the man with her knife and chased him off stage.
Later we did a fabulous drinking contest (done with water because if you are playing drunk you have to be especially sober. We both pretended to cheat and howled at visitors. I pretended to lose that one, but pretended to start two drinks ahead out of pride. We had a chalk slate to record our points throughout the day.
I had a glowing moment watching Kelly and the Morris dancers on stage that morning. Something about being part of a community that does this madness out of sheer love of it. People who love their crafts, live freely, play hard and value things that have gotten lost for so many people now. So glad.
My stage manager (a good friend) asked me if I would co-manage Scum with him next year (which basically means manage actually during faire because he stage manages Mad Sal's and dances and that's plenty to keep a man busy even without the other things he has to do. I'm honored. :) It also removes some of the awkwardness for me. Have many ideas and many other groups I want to work with if I have the official leeway to drag people along. I don't mind dragging people along, and I've been doing it already, but I didn't want to step on my friend's toes.
Went to a party of old friends and new. I was hardly in the door when a woman came flying (almost literally) at speed into my arms from my peripheral vision. I appreciate the faith that I would catch her- she was fully committed to the launch and if I hadn't there would have been a crash. I remember when we used to all greet each other constantly in this way... except in the case of me and the guys it involved strangles, chokes and in my case sometimes jumping from trees (we were keeping each other in good fighting condition yeah?)
Good to see Carmel and Josh, visiting from Oxford. I was suspected (rightly) of poking my nose in to people's lives in a good cause (the people involved have thanked me so they can't mind that much). Carmel is an observant women.
I feel sore, but alive, loved, and happy. Feel strong, appreciated and glowing. Better still, see more friends tonight and Cirque to boot. Life is good.
Aikido's Friday was taught by the teacher who always pushes us to the edge and leaves us sore- the man has a gift for creating bizarre training and conditioning excercises.
Morning swing with George, being loved and fed breakfast and fudge, passing out a massage or two.
Off to Faire, where I finally got some proper gigs going with more than one scum member at a time. We staged an arm wrestling contest, which became an indian wresting contest. The only one I didn't win out of 21 rounds was when someone grabbed my arse to distract me. I needn't have done anything, but Kate (my character) would never let that stand and so turned on the man with her knife and chased him off stage.
Later we did a fabulous drinking contest (done with water because if you are playing drunk you have to be especially sober. We both pretended to cheat and howled at visitors. I pretended to lose that one, but pretended to start two drinks ahead out of pride. We had a chalk slate to record our points throughout the day.
I had a glowing moment watching Kelly and the Morris dancers on stage that morning. Something about being part of a community that does this madness out of sheer love of it. People who love their crafts, live freely, play hard and value things that have gotten lost for so many people now. So glad.
My stage manager (a good friend) asked me if I would co-manage Scum with him next year (which basically means manage actually during faire because he stage manages Mad Sal's and dances and that's plenty to keep a man busy even without the other things he has to do. I'm honored. :) It also removes some of the awkwardness for me. Have many ideas and many other groups I want to work with if I have the official leeway to drag people along. I don't mind dragging people along, and I've been doing it already, but I didn't want to step on my friend's toes.
Went to a party of old friends and new. I was hardly in the door when a woman came flying (almost literally) at speed into my arms from my peripheral vision. I appreciate the faith that I would catch her- she was fully committed to the launch and if I hadn't there would have been a crash. I remember when we used to all greet each other constantly in this way... except in the case of me and the guys it involved strangles, chokes and in my case sometimes jumping from trees (we were keeping each other in good fighting condition yeah?)
Good to see Carmel and Josh, visiting from Oxford. I was suspected (rightly) of poking my nose in to people's lives in a good cause (the people involved have thanked me so they can't mind that much). Carmel is an observant women.
I feel sore, but alive, loved, and happy. Feel strong, appreciated and glowing. Better still, see more friends tonight and Cirque to boot. Life is good.