I don't know HOW you guys did it, I really don't. I didn't even want to get up to get more pig at Tony's because to do so (scantily clad as I was) would have meant total sweat-drench. And you *know* how I love pig. You are truly my hero, gorgeous. And just think of all the calories you burned off (literally)! You could eat cookies and ice cream every day this week and still come out on top!
Incidentally - if you wanted to do that - I could be talked into joining you. xxx
Well, I'm usually on top anyway...
It was so hot that even ice cream didn't sound good. Unless I could be buried in it.
At the end of Sunday, after I'd cleaned up and closed up the office, packed and filed everything away, dumped all of the water jugs and went to dump the office cooler, I pulled out the leftover water bottles and that icy water was the sexiest thing I've seen....ever. The cooler was too small to crawl into, but I fantasized on that for a while. Then realized I had a microfiber towel in my bag. I dunked it and put it around my neck and...sigh, I dream of sex that feels that good.
And you didn't get naked and just dump it over your head, why!?!?
A: It might've just killed me.
B: I was so tired of being damp. Walking around for two days in wet socks, wet shoes, wet chemise, wet bodice, wet underwear...and not the GOOD kind of wet. The thought of having to drive home in wet clothes....
Nudity, I find, is usually the answer. :-)
If I'm naked, one of three things is going to happen. I'm going to take a shower. I'm going to have sex. I'm going to bed (to sleep).
Standing in a field, 105 degrees out, surrounded by other exhausted, uber-sweaty rennies...none of those were likely or desired.
But now that I'm back in civilization...I may see if I can get all three done tonight!
Well you keep thinking about positive cash flow - I'm just sayin you could hook up a shower and do all 3 on site.
I'll even help hawk the video concession.
it was bad. i didn't think anything could be much worse than opening day MDRF, but it was bad this weekend. i was thinking about all you guys out there.
Some of us are not quite sure how we did it either. I will always wear this past weekend as a badge of honor, although there were many people who had it worse than I did. I did remember, Saturday 7:30 PM, as I collapsed face first on my mother in law's (air conditioned!) living room floor and simply passed out for 30 minutes, to say a prayer for all the cast and performers who were sleeping in tents that night. Ye gods.
And yeah -- I lost 8 lbs, even after stopping at Five Guys for dinner on the way home Sunday night. And I was pretty much immobile in between sets.
I hope you at least got that lazy husband of yours to carry your harp for you. ;D
That lazy husband of mine was sitting in an air conditioned venue listening to a Keltish concert. But I had not only my own two daughters but three of their friends who followed me around most of the day pretending they were harp groupies, so I lacked not for beasts of burden. I'm still working on the harp-hauling shanty. It's still a little too....obscene.
It occurs to me I should make clear "that lazy husband" is a joking reference to his LJ user name; in light of the brutal work schedule he's been keeping the past few weeks a rather ironic joke at that. I'm sure he understood but wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong impression about an_idle_fellow
I was definitely reminded of opening weekend 2007 at MDRF. Glad you and others made it out alive.
Saturday was just the worst. Ever. It was so humid that our sweat had no where to go. I stopped to talk to someone and when I looked down, I thought I'd lost control of my bladder. There were rivulets of water running down my calves. Honest-to-god-rivulets of sweat just pouring straight down my legs. And I was in shorts and a t-shirt. Although the t-shirt was so wet and thick with salt that I was able to amuse cast members at the cast party by giving myself extra nipples...which is another reminder that I probably shouldn't drink at the cast parties....
Suddenly you made me look forward to next weekend.
oh poor you :(
We didn't brave the heat -- yes I know slackers that we are.
We'll be there next weekend though :)I agree with kudrasslipper - naked is ALWAYS the answer :)
Holy crap, honey. You have my deepest sympathies. I will pray to the weather gods right along with you. I'd rather not see a bunch of my favorite people get heat stroke out there.
I think we'll all just take this past weekend with us and, like the oldtimers with us talking about trudging up a hill in barefeet in 2feet of snow (both ways!), the younger rennies who come in through time, we'll all be able to say "This isn't hot.. I remember when it was 114 at VARF, and everyone except for Tiger Jim looked almost like the walking, sweating dead. Tiger Jim wasn't dead because he was in love with that heat, which is probably why he's all crazy about the head."
I think everyone who was there should get a commemorative pin, like a rennie combat medal. Nothing flashy, you know -- a little pewter Seventh Circle of Hell or something like that.