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oakenguyQuote from the weekend: "You know, not many people could be goofy and dumb all day the way you can." --Gregory/Robin Hood. Who also called me "extremely huggable", so it's all good.
It's...over. I'm not sure if the dazed feeling I have right now is sensory overload, disbelief, mild heatstroke, exhaustion from a week's worth of intense labor, or some combination of all of that.
I've got Medieval Guardsman tan--I'm fishbelly pale except for my face. Except, rather, for the 90% of my face that poked out of my chainmail hood. The very corners of my forehead, which were shaded, are much lighter. It's quite odd.
2nd quote from the weekend: "I-I can't think of anything nice to say." --Human Chess Match contestant, after being ordered to woo me. But she (and almost everyone else on the Lawn at that point) was having her brain flash-fried by the sun, so it's all good. And it was HILARIOUS.)
Deb and two friends *barely* made it to the show, and got to see the final scene--they'd gotten amazingly lost on the way here. Like, Bermuda Triangle-scale lost. They'd thought they overshot Gloucester and turned around when they hadn't actually reached the town yet, wound up in Arlington (!!), tried taking "short cuts" that took them through Lynn and Revere...for people who'd spent three hours trying to travel forty miles, they seemed in remarkably good spirits when I met up with them. And D had some very kind words for how Cliff looked in his hood.
Quote #3: "And those tights! Rowr!!"--Deb
Sleepy and achy, from temple to toes. And hell, I'm *still* coming up with little physical bits--I thought of a Keaton-y flinch just now that would've been really appropriate for the bit where we try to haul Iron Sally off to jail. Yeah, nice timing there, brain.
Frontal lobe: Hey, we're still in shock from the axe fight, dude. Go easy.
Hindbrain: He wasn't holding back! Which means that before, he HAD been holding back! *gibbergibbergibber*
Cerebellum: Wish we could've seen how it looked when he hit the shield so hard paint sprayed off...
Hindbrain: Scary! SCARY!
The day almost started off really badly, but if I had to run over a razor blade, at least it happened when I had time to replace it, and when a number of helpful people were around. Note to self: Matt/Will Scarlett WILL get a nice, tangible thank you for the work he did. And I will buy a replacement tire. (And Chris and Natasha get big karma points for having a good spare tire stored in the car in the first place.)
Must go hydrate. Or nap. Whichever happens first. More later.
It's...over. I'm not sure if the dazed feeling I have right now is sensory overload, disbelief, mild heatstroke, exhaustion from a week's worth of intense labor, or some combination of all of that.
I've got Medieval Guardsman tan--I'm fishbelly pale except for my face. Except, rather, for the 90% of my face that poked out of my chainmail hood. The very corners of my forehead, which were shaded, are much lighter. It's quite odd.
2nd quote from the weekend: "I-I can't think of anything nice to say." --Human Chess Match contestant, after being ordered to woo me. But she (and almost everyone else on the Lawn at that point) was having her brain flash-fried by the sun, so it's all good. And it was HILARIOUS.)
Deb and two friends *barely* made it to the show, and got to see the final scene--they'd gotten amazingly lost on the way here. Like, Bermuda Triangle-scale lost. They'd thought they overshot Gloucester and turned around when they hadn't actually reached the town yet, wound up in Arlington (!!), tried taking "short cuts" that took them through Lynn and Revere...for people who'd spent three hours trying to travel forty miles, they seemed in remarkably good spirits when I met up with them. And D had some very kind words for how Cliff looked in his hood.
Quote #3: "And those tights! Rowr!!"--Deb
Sleepy and achy, from temple to toes. And hell, I'm *still* coming up with little physical bits--I thought of a Keaton-y flinch just now that would've been really appropriate for the bit where we try to haul Iron Sally off to jail. Yeah, nice timing there, brain.
Frontal lobe: Hey, we're still in shock from the axe fight, dude. Go easy.
Hindbrain: He wasn't holding back! Which means that before, he HAD been holding back! *gibbergibbergibber*
Cerebellum: Wish we could've seen how it looked when he hit the shield so hard paint sprayed off...
Hindbrain: Scary! SCARY!
The day almost started off really badly, but if I had to run over a razor blade, at least it happened when I had time to replace it, and when a number of helpful people were around. Note to self: Matt/Will Scarlett WILL get a nice, tangible thank you for the work he did. And I will buy a replacement tire. (And Chris and Natasha get big karma points for having a good spare tire stored in the car in the first place.)
Must go hydrate. Or nap. Whichever happens first. More later.
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Date: 2003-07-21 09:10 am (UTC)'twas lovely to see the show, y'all were excellent, the adjustment for the rain worked out... good times were had by all
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Date: 2003-07-21 10:22 am (UTC)And whoo-hooed!
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Date: 2003-07-21 11:34 am (UTC)But yay for the experience, and for great audience members!
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Date: 2003-07-21 01:12 pm (UTC)