Saturday, January 22, 2005

One down...

...and I don't really know how many more to go. Could be anything from two to five, depending on how Star Wars and Samurai turn out, hehe. The Wind in the Willows had its epic last performance on Thursday evening, and it went really well. Unfortunately, we then had the epic-in-a-much-less-enjoyable-way after show party, and I felt it was decidedly crap. I have found a new hatred for drunken parties, some of which had been relinquised when I went to a half-decent nightclub a few months ago. And now the sequence of events, in no particular order It's going to be odd, no longer doing the play. It was only two weeks but suddenly it felt as if we'd been doing it for years. And now it's gone it feels almost like a dream. Fourteen performances went by so quickly, even though at times the waiting for entrances was much longer than anticipated. I really loved it, even moreso than Alice in Wonderland because everyone seems that much more mature. Yeah, you still get the odd unprofessional gripes; people just not being bothered to put any effort in any more or complaining too much about this, that or the other. I was tempted to tellthem to hut up and get on with it seeing as that's what I'm so used to doing. You're going to have to live with or under some kind of regime at some point in your life and if this is really what you want to do then you have to be comitted however many inconveniences it gives you. I'm starting to think I believe in karma. A performance seems that much more wholesome where something goes wrong or I gain some kind of injury/shock story to tell everyone. If I tally up my injuries from the show, they are as follows: -Seven bruises on my right inside thigh, caused by the table -A graze on my left knee -Seven or so splinters on my right hand from pulling the barge rope -Bruised ribs from landing on a tankard during one of the fight scenes -Hitting my chin on another tankard during another fight scene -Safety pin pricks to hands and heel from having to secure the too-big kung-fu shoes to my socks -A bruised right elbow, don't know how that got there -A bruise on my left forearm, same -Crap hair -My right thumbnail torn -My right index finger with a slit down it from when I tried to cut aforementioned nail off -Bruised middle knuckles on left and right hands, one from punching a door and another from hitting a wall when opening another door And that doesn't even include what happened on Friday morning, but I'll get into that in a bit ^_^; I love it, simply. It must be a good sign for me to go into Stage Combat if I don't mind everything that happens. Obviously I don't want to collect an injury so big that it results in my incapacitation, but little things are okay. I always seem to be falling over something, heh. But it's different to re-enactment- there I'll be incredibly careful not to gain injuries; not only do they hurt more, but the circumstances are different: it's not rehearsed so if something goes wrong it's not as easy to get out of it. I've not been as well-trained for it as I might like to let myself think, and not everyone else is as competent with their weapons as they should be. Being bigger, they aren't likely to improve much, either. That's why I can't afford to make any mistakes in combat. Haunting Memories, Feelings Reborn Not the kind of things you'd normally asociated with aftershow parties, ne? I guess it depends on the type of party. Okay, for the first hour it was pokay. I ate a sandwich I'd bought for myself earlier and had two drinks that I'd bought specifically, and that was it for my indulgence. I wasn't drunk, but I could tell I'd loosened up enough to dance and not care too much about what eeryone else thought. The music started getting louder and louder, and eventually I was reminded of those times I'd been in nightclubs not enjoying myself with people who'd had so much alcohol that I couldn't really call them the friends I knew any more. They retain bits and pieces of their personality, but the rest of it's lost in seas of fundamental interaction- they don't care, simply enough. I'm not against anyone having fun; if that's what they want to do then i won't stop them, and in a way I envy their ability to be completely egotistical, to lose social inhibitions and be free with themselves. But Ican't let myself do that through alcohol. if I can't be free with myself as a normal person, I don't feel it's right for me to force myself to do it through some intoxicant. And, I was so bloody knackered I just wanted to go to sleep. if I hadn't drunk those two drinks I'd have left altogether, but I went downstairs and tried to get some sleep. And god, immature drunk people are the very worst. They don't even try to be the least bit considerate when it comes to interacting with other people. The older guys (who were in my class) were alright- even when smoking cannabis they still acknowledged that I wanted to sleep and let me do so. The rest... I don't even feel I can be bothered to go into, it just annoys me so much. And there was so much of it, too. I got about four hours' sleep. I suppose if I hadn't just done 3 performances in a row and if I didn't have to be in collegethe next morning I could have let myself go a bit longer, but I was too tired and my responsibilities as taxi driver for the next morning took over. If I was going to crash, I didn't want my friends to be in danger with me. We left in body at about nine in the morning- where our minds were was another question altogether. Some people's were in a state of stasis, locked in place by alcohol, others were still drunk, and some just didn't want to come out to play. Lawrence and I had been called in to start work on Gilgamesh, which we did. And that was the best part of those two days- two hours working on the seduction of Enkidu and the fight between Gilgamesh and Enkidu. Fantastic stuff, hehe. Marcus has some fantastic ideas and the way he presents them I can feel is helping me develop my own skills and become far more confident in what I do. I'm really looking forward to this, hehe. I suppose the funniest bits for me were the times when Marcus would demonstrate a wrestling hold or throw on me. Since he couldn't use the girls and Lawrence was too tall (and since I was the one who was going to be in thet position anyway), he showed everyone what he wanted through me and the demonstration of power was intense. The seduction bit was too, although there was very minimal real physical contact. Thankfully though, I didn't have to act that out with Marcus. As great as he is, heh... I think I'm just about over this nasty cold, too. For a few days my throat and nose felt terrible but it seems to have cleared. Although from all the smoke on Thursday night and five consequtive days of having to do Ferret Fred's high-pitched, strained voice, it's still rather hoarse. I can't do as good a Louis Armstrong impression as I could two nights ago, but it's not far off ^_^; Anyway, I must take the dogs out now. I apologise for my lack of activity of late- I would have been online yesterday but our network went down, leaving all of the computers out of extended communication reach. That's fixed now, as you're probably able to tell ^_^ *hugs* Take care!

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