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Apr. 14th, 2003 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguy11 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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
