|Just one day too long...
||[Sep. 2nd, 2008|08:50 am]
The first and second weekend of the Maryland Renaissance Festival exhaust me. The first weekend of trying to get the site set up, digging up costuming, props, materials, supplies, get it all arranged or figure out how to do without. The "hello, good to see you, how was your summer, what have you been up to..." For this misanthrope, it's verbal waterboarding.|
And then the second weekend is the three day weekend. Where everything is usually settled in terms of routine, site set up, but still it's THREE 12 hour days, the packing, the lugging, the...Plus, it's usually hot as hell the first two weekends. But the weather was relatively lovely, so I can't really complain. Like that's ever stopped me, but I'm not going to! Instead I'll share some coping strategies...
And really, once the Festival starts, I have to let that go. Put it in the realm of fantasy and just accept that only 5-7 hours is going to be fine, especially if I...
A 15-20 minute lay down will not make you magically refreshed and at first, will just make you hunger even more for the Holy Grail of actual sleep. BUT, at the end of the day, it will deliver another hour or two of coping and general uprightness and ability to carry on a conversation, so I highly recommend it. I do believe, though, that it has to be a lay down, with your legs and heart on the same plane.
Roll-on antiperspirant is not just for your armpits, poppets. Anyplace that gets damp and chafes, where your socks end, where your boots fold, where your bodice boning...roll it on there. It won't get nearly as damp, it won't chafe and you will thank me later.
On the note of bodice boning...small squares of bandage tape make fabulous padding on the tips of the boning. The boning scars in the small of my back may actually fade someday.
And finally, if you're like me, and the "how was your summer, what have you been up to" is a conversational challenge....because for me, faire happens year round, I just don't dress up funny as often, and really, summer is when I chill, so I really don't have anything dramatic to reveal. And for me, at least at this stage of my life this conversation every topic seems to devolve into a whine -- the house, the divorce, the job, too busy...people ask a question and then...blech, I'm tired of hearing myself.
So, I have charged myself with developing a list that will ensure that no one delves further and hits my inner whine. In desperation I used this once, and it worked so well, that I need to develop a small pool of these answers so that people can get right on to telling me what THEY did over the summer, because it's got to be more interesting...or a safer topic of conversation, at least.
So, how was your summer?
Well, I finally got rid of that gag reflex.
Well, things settled down after the abortion. (My favorite handsome beer man gave me a more graphic version, but I can't even TYPE that one...)
I had no idea that time would pass so quickly in prison, but whew, here it is, opening day already!
Oh, you don't want to hear about the oozing sores, tell me about your summer.
So, time you see my pacing about the pyrate camp, and you wonder what I'm thinking...don't ask.