I did the thing I shouldn’t do. I commented on a thing on facebook when I didn’t 100% agree. Why? Why did I do this thing?
First dream that features my Shakespeare troupe makes it official that they are people of some import to me.
RENFEST UPDATE BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS AMAZING
Not only do I get to be a Shakespearean actor all weekend long, but I also get to be my amazing self by night.
By day, I get to practice swordfighting with an ACTUAL PROFESSIONAL. Just because the ring is up and we need to populate it. (But you WILL NOT hear me complaining about GETTING TO LEARN TO USE A SWORD.)
I get to talk to patrons in character. Which may not be as flashy as sword fighting, but these things have happened:
By night, I get to hang out and have drinks with the cast. I was informed that were a person not in a relationship, I would be her ideal woman. I was bought a beer (and later good-heartedly poked fun at because I couldn’t remember the name of the guy who bought it). Got to hang out with druids and fairies, sheriffs and scotsmen. And all-around was made to feel very good about myself.
The first weekend of fest starts tomorrow! Ahh!
And since the theme is Irish something or other, I’m wearing a scarf of Buchanan plaid as an extra belt.
If anyone asks me about it, I’m going to tell them about James Buchanan. A young gentleman I once met while our troupe was on tour.