last weekend @ MiRF

[wendyzski]

Headed out on Friday for the usual variation of the drive to MiRF. Aside from much Indiana construction (which I napped through), things were fairly uneventful. Until we got to Flint, that is. Thanks to construction near the I69-I75 interchange, getting to the hotel required taking 75 south, then 75 north, then 75 south again to actually get on to Miller Rd. But the Motel 6 is fairly clean and aside from much snoring, sleep was accomplished. [Bad username or site: tarsa' @ livejournal.com]s definitely gonna fit in well with us. She's already throwing stuff at John!

Up all too soon for morning meeting. Now, we actually RSVP'd for this thing, but no one seems to have actually told anyone. Like Security. Luckily we know most of them from last year, so after a brief detour proved that the front office didn't know anything either, he just waved us in. Many hugses at meeting. And lots of people who were surprised and shocked that we weren't performing again. The phrase of the day was "Don't tell me - tell the front office". Well, when it wasn't "Hey Baby - Wanna buy a CD?"

We sold heaps! (Well, mostly I sold heaps) Someone said "Be sure Security doesn't see you". Duh - I sold 2 of them to Security staffers! They know we won't cause trouble - and were only approaching people we knew. I find it funny that we sold as many in a weekend at MiRF when we WEREN'T performing as we did in a weekend at Bristiol when we WERE.

I wish I had a chance to see more of ewanioangal2511's 'Village Idiot' schtick, but every time I wanted to she was off in another direction! It is impossible to keep up with her. She's got a belt on her head and a stuffed mouse hanging on her face, and she's dragging around the most pathetic stuffed and mud-covered dog I have ever seen. They dance the Korabushka together - I think he leads. I see them again - she's chewing on some root she dug up back stage. ("Can you eat those? "Well, it won't hurt you...") On Sunday, she passes several ex-street-characters, including me, dressed in our nobles. ""Ooh - look. Fake-Nobles! I fake-bow", bobs a little curtsey, and she's off again. I think it was the Italian clowns who said "She has been touched by God...very hard, on the head...you can see the dent..." Sara - thou rockest!

Sunday I wore my burgundy/black/silver noble outfit. Only the second time I've ever worn it, and the first with the new undersleeves. Of course, I ripped one of the lacing rings out within the first half hour, but the rest held up pretty well. This was the longest I have spent corseted in at least 5 years and I also held up pretty well. It was funny - even after spending Saturday telling people "I'm going to be dressed up tomorrow - you won't recognize me without my cleavage", I still watched a LOT of double-takes. I found that simply walking up got blank looks, but a sideways wench-y grin got me recognized. terkey passed me in parade, and had to look twice, then squeeeeed when she recognized me. Kevin from Bocca had to actually hear me speak before he got it. I actually got to behave like a real noble - I threw food at the peasants at the 25th anniversary reception! AND I danced the Castallana with Lord Darnley, to the accompaniment of Djilia Phralengo (sp?), who learned it off OUR last CD. Yep - the ren-world really is thisbig.

Was eating lunch with Erin and her DJ, when she gave a little shriek. Then another "Oh my god!" Turns out that some kind of bug had crawled down into her corset! "I can feel it wiggling!". getting louder and shriller all the time. Of course, I'm trying not to laugh, but it's impossible to, and it's REALLY hard to laugh like that in a corset! "Why is everybody staring at me" she shrieks. I reply in a similar tone "Because you're squealing like a howler-monkey". With much giggling and squealing, interspersed with increadingly breathless giggles, we got her backstage and began un-layering. Actually, her other friend was helping - I was too busy gasping and laughing. ALL the commotion attracted the LARPers working the nearby drink booths. Half came running to help, the rest went running for their cameras! I got a few pix, and will post in the next day or so.

Ended up leaving a little early, so as to avoid the parking-lot traffic jam. And also because if I stayed for "Health to the Company" I was gonna blub. lots. Participants & patrons alike all said again and again how much they missed us. I wish I could go back again - even have offer of getting in free, but with the job situation (or lack thereof) and my brother's wedding in early October I need to save my travel pennies. But I will miss you all!

Comments

[that-david.livejournal.com]

Ahhh... I thought it might refer to level of snoring.

Wendy's old roommate, David H. used to sleep with a old and somewhat tattered stuffed Opus toy. At one con, David's snoring was such that it sounded as if he had inhaled his penguin. Richard, in turn, sounded as if he had inhaled David and his penguin.

[jmthane.livejournal.com]

John's not as bad. Not quite, anyway. But he's definitely the window-rattler of the four of us.