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[oakenguy]

11 days and counting.

Woo, what a weekend. Rehearsal indoors at the Castle Saturday, with lots of swordfighting and getting used to my boots (which felt much better after I discovered the comb inside one and took it out) and my sword frog (which, to my relief, is loosening as the leather stretches so that unsheathing my sword no longer takes ten minutes, both hands, and hopping around while my face turns red).

This was followed by Cowboy Bebop, the Movie with a fine crowd of LJers, followed by Indian food and then hanging at Diesel watching a drunk harangue four terrified college students stuck on a couch, and then over to freyja, penguin42 and ah42's apartment for late-night Pictionary and PictioDementedary (I can't remember the real name--something like No No Poo Cat). Much much silliness.

Sunday, after four hours sleep, back to the Castle for more swordfighting. I was worried about how groggy I'd be, but I wound up doing much better than Saturday--by this strange logic I should go without sleep the weekend of performance.

God, Hammond Castle's a beautiful place. Blue sky, sun shining off armor and white robes, ocean waves behind us--I kept having to mentally shake myself to be a participant instead of an observer, difficult because everything looked so damn breathtaking. (Having a hawk circle overhead at one point didn't hurt either.)


Scenes from the Mall on Saturday:

1) A pack of teenaged skatepunks...two of whom were wearing big white fluffy tails, one that looked feline, the other sort of vaguely horsey;

2) As I left the food court, a bird zoomed past overhead. I walked five feet and saw a family standing outside the pet store looking upset, with the father saying to the five-year-old, "You let it GO?!?" Hee.

Comments

Hammond Castle

[empheliath.livejournal.com]

You know, I've done three shows in some capacity at Hammond, and been there for two events as a patron...and I take the environment for granted now. I see the Great Hall mainly as a staging area now, not as the GREAT HALL, and I don't even have to think anymore about how to get from the main entrance to the pool room. I keep forgetting how transfixed I was by the place before I was so used to it, and sometimes it's a little sad that I've lost that.

[freyja.livejournal.com]

eat poop you cat, FOO :D

i hope that bird lives a long and prosperous life. in avian terms, anyway.

Re #2

[amare.livejournal.com]

I suddenly had this urge to go buy hundreds of parakeets and set them all loose in some warm part of the country to become a roving band of colorful wild birds. You know the south used to have native parrots? well ok parakeets...

[spenceraloysius.livejournal.com]

The University of Chicago has a population of wild Quaker parrots. They escaped. They thrived. They were originally from the Amazon.

[heavenscalyx.livejournal.com]

When Akycha and I lived in Delaware, we were driving home one day, only about a block away from our house, when she exclaimed, "Parakeet!" and pointed. There, amidst a gray and brown flock of English sparrows in a small, bare, ornamental fruit tree, sat a bright powder-blue parakeet. Then the whole flock, sparrows, parakeet, and all, flew off.

We saw the parakeet a couple more times during the winter. It seemed to be doing just fine.