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back home and aminals fine
Oct. 22nd, 2007 06:00 pmlong season, long weekend, long day. nice that traffic home (I didn't leave Annapolis 'til after 3) wasn't a problem...in fact, seemed insanely light. Other direction sucked, of course, but nobody rubbernecked it on my end.
Note to everybody who doesn't know: the MDRF customer service booth knows all, even if they don't see it. I had 2 3LF'ers miss out on Danse Macabre 'cause they didn't know where it was - the info booth Gerry's always know how to find us and pretty much any other act out there, thanks to all the handy-dandy schedules printed up. Need to know? They'll know, unless the performer is out wandering street. They're also among the nicest people on the whole site.
I would have tried harder to "be noticed" but logistics are hell - trying to get each area ready, walk the path once to make sure there weren't any surprises, get a water stop prepped, help get the jack-o-lanterns to the White Hart (sorry T O'K - didn't mean to interrupt but we was in a hurry), and all sort of other things, like say, getting changed for it, all added up to a very busy afternoon.
Parade was huge success, in spite of the missing people. 23 dead danced by the shops in the main food court and through the White Hart perfectly on time (granted, 'cause the Rogues somehow ended early, which never happens...I was told later it was 'cause they got griped at for running over on Saturday, but that's strictly rumor mill quality). I went bouncy-bouncy during pub sing instead of sticking to my already occupied pole, so instead of one consistent viewpoint I got to see lots of things from lots of angles. Even sat down at the royal table for a bit, which also never happens. Weird feeling. Not quite sure it's "me". Probably not.
Saturday Morris rocked insanely well. Our stick's echoes on the rain-conditioned boardwalk took 2 seconds to dissipate - we were louder than the guns on the joust field at that time slot for anybody hanging out back there. Good crowds catching our more "white shoe" high-energy set.
Then there's the yellowjacket.
13 years and the little shits finally got me.
Also triggered my loudest audible expletive in 13 years, but at least I was in a pub and no kids were around.
Damn finger still itches. (updated - "damn thing still itches" was a little TOO vague)
More later. Time to sort the garblaundry(tm) and get it started.
Note to everybody who doesn't know: the MDRF customer service booth knows all, even if they don't see it. I had 2 3LF'ers miss out on Danse Macabre 'cause they didn't know where it was - the info booth Gerry's always know how to find us and pretty much any other act out there, thanks to all the handy-dandy schedules printed up. Need to know? They'll know, unless the performer is out wandering street. They're also among the nicest people on the whole site.
I would have tried harder to "be noticed" but logistics are hell - trying to get each area ready, walk the path once to make sure there weren't any surprises, get a water stop prepped, help get the jack-o-lanterns to the White Hart (sorry T O'K - didn't mean to interrupt but we was in a hurry), and all sort of other things, like say, getting changed for it, all added up to a very busy afternoon.
Parade was huge success, in spite of the missing people. 23 dead danced by the shops in the main food court and through the White Hart perfectly on time (granted, 'cause the Rogues somehow ended early, which never happens...I was told later it was 'cause they got griped at for running over on Saturday, but that's strictly rumor mill quality). I went bouncy-bouncy during pub sing instead of sticking to my already occupied pole, so instead of one consistent viewpoint I got to see lots of things from lots of angles. Even sat down at the royal table for a bit, which also never happens. Weird feeling. Not quite sure it's "me". Probably not.
Saturday Morris rocked insanely well. Our stick's echoes on the rain-conditioned boardwalk took 2 seconds to dissipate - we were louder than the guns on the joust field at that time slot for anybody hanging out back there. Good crowds catching our more "white shoe" high-energy set.
Then there's the yellowjacket.
13 years and the little shits finally got me.
Also triggered my loudest audible expletive in 13 years, but at least I was in a pub and no kids were around.
Damn finger still itches. (updated - "damn thing still itches" was a little TOO vague)
More later. Time to sort the garblaundry(tm) and get it started.
