||[Aug. 2nd, 2007|08:14 am]
|||||The Little Willies, "It's Not You, It's Me"||]|
GLMF. See, already my East Coast, major city bias is revealed. First thing in the morning at cast call, I see a cast member with the T-shirt on...he's wearing tights...and my first thought is "what organization is that? Gay-Lesbian...male-female...mutual friends...so a support group for gay quakers?"
This is by far, the whitest show I ever worked at...in the whitest part of the country I've ever been in. Oh, I know, Renaissance Faires are not exactly a hotbed of diversity, at least when it comes to skin color, but really, there even seemed to be a lack of people who tan well. No, I exaggerate. There was one cast member of color that I noticed. His character was a leper.
(Insert your own irony riff here.)
And he was a beautiful young man too. Personally, a shame to wrap up the eye candy like that, really.
I know it doesn't take much to get me going -- one or two bits of insignificant inspiration and suddenly my brain has formed a veritable riptide of a theme.
So, on top of that, we pass by the something or other convenience store. I can't remember the name because the Heee-Yuge sign read "American Owned and Operated." With flags and eagles and redwhiteandblue all over. We had to pass by it twice before I finally figured out what it was selling because the American stuff was so damn visually aggressive. Well, what a relief to know I can to in there and no one will have an accent. As if the rednecks who patronize that store aren't decendants of people who were once NOT "Americans". As if most of the Asians running convenience stores are not American Citizens, paying taxes, sending their kids to school, contributing.....grrrrrrrr. If it was the only convenience store in the area that sold Diet Mountain Dew, I would go cold turkey.
Then I find myself stuck behind a pest control company truck...whose motto is "Pests annoy, pests destroy. Why tolerate, just exterminate."
Wow. Why tolerate something you find annoying when you can exterminate it? Well, wouldn't my life be simpler then. Although dodging around the smoking craters would be annoying after a while. And then I'd have to exterminate them and....not that U.S. Foreign Policy comes to mind.
Full disclosure: I am plagued by ants and my kitchen is a Boric Acid McDonalds and I have been known to mutter "Die, motherexpletives!" upon finding a horde of them clustered around a stray cat kibble. Although if I could just find a way to keep them out of the house, I would let them live in peace. Which makes me a specie-ist moderate? Oh, swim diagonally to get out of the riptide....
There. Despite the riptide, it was a lovely faire. I'm insanely jealous of the vast quantities of wooded land, with phenomenal room to expand. (Hate them, hate them, hate them.) Really friendly cast, crew, fellow entertainers who really made us feel welcome and part of the family. Reminded me of Virginia Faire. The audiences were...polite. We need to seed the audiences with more rennies to teach them how to behave. That it's okay to sing along with the choruses. That it's okay to clap or stomp along. The weather was lovely, although the locals kept complaining about how hot it was. In the low 80s and humid. Virginia should be so lucky. Maryland would kill to have that weather for opening weekend. The grass is always greener.
I tried to make myself useful, flogging CDs, fetching water, looking fetching. Even got to roam the lanes and play with patrons and vendors, despite my knee becoming a painful soccer ball on Saturday for no apparent reason. (although, really if ONE more vendor tried to sell me "pirate", aka skull and crossbones, jewelry. Look mate, it's on the flag. It's a symbol that's supposed to make YOUR crew shake and piss themselves in fear. I'm not going to put in in my ears, for pete's sake.)
Anyway, it was great to add another "so that's how that faire does it" to my mental collection. Now, back to work!