Thursday, April 5, 2012

Being Fictional Is Hard Work

Oh beloved internets, I have fallen victim to the age old Having Too Much Life issue. My apologies for letting it keep me from you! Though I find that my busy brain is nearly always full of idle chatter and many thinky-thoughts, when it comes to choosing ones to commit to the pixelated page I'm often blocked. *le sigh*

And while I love springtime in Texas (despite the trees having sex in my nose, making breathing a somewhat more difficult proposition—stupid allergies!), it is far and away the busiest, craziest time of the year in my world (making ideating and blogging said ideas harder, too). The local Renaissance festival opens this weekend, you see, and the a cappella ensemble I sing with performs there. Yes, internets; I am in my early 40s and I still play dress up. Don't hate. (Seriously, it's all about the music for me. There is no better therapy than making music with some of the people most dear to me, and getting to act silly before and after the harmonizing. Trust me on this.)

What this means in practical terms is that I don't have a day off until June (though I'd be fibbing, internets, if I led you to believe that I didn't have a stockpile of vacation days waiting for that inevitable mid-season ye-gods-I-need-to-sleep-in-past-6-or-I-may-kick-a-kitten moment). And while I'm no longer part of the cast—which means 8 weekends of all-day rehearsals before an 8 weekend run—there's still quite a bit of prep work to be done.

See, we don't just sing. We are have characters. There's a story line behind our group, and the characters drive the banter between the songs. We are the village Tart Sellers, you see. Only the owner (the director's IRL mother) doesn't know that when we deliver tarts, we deliver tarts (wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more). But no worries—our shows are kid-friendly; we describe ourselves as "Disney porn." We're so silly and fluffy there's no way we could be offensive. See?



The fluffy look, though, requires some effort... and a lot of luggage. I wish I were kidding, internets. That high-maintenance fictional Tart practically needs her own valet. It's ridiculous.

As proof I present Exhibit A—packed for a visit to the Texas Renaissance Festival:

(The red bag doesn't count - it's just pillows that make hotels more bearable.)

My stuff? In the duffel bag on the right; note that it also contains toiletries. The twice-as-large rolling suitcase on the right? Merely costume for a person that isn't real. (We share the silver makeup case, though admittedly most of the outrageous color palette inside it was bought with her in mind.)

My father once said that I work harder at my hobbies than most people do at their jobs. I don't know if that's true, but I wouldn't be surprised. As much as I enjoy what I do during the season, I'm kind of looking forward to the first week of June.

I know how much energy and effort goes into this labor of love, you see; I took the week post-festival off. When my co-workers asked, "What are you going to do?" I answered in all honesty (and with a small sigh of relief), "Not a damn thing."

So here's to my 8th season with some of my favorite people, doing what I love best. Maybe I'll find a valet this year...

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  1. I work harder at my hobbies than I do at my job, and I am not ashamed to admit it.

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    1. That's why you're so good at what you do!

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  2. I most certainly work harder at my hobbies than my real job. Hell I work on my hobbies while at my real job. I think my hobby is more of a real job than my real job.

    And that is fine by me.

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    1. Agreed on all counts. Check out what being passionate about a thing can do, eh?

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  3. I look forward to seeing you all tarted up, although at this moment, I don't know which weekend we'll be out. Maybe I can get Himself to sit still long enough for a show. Sometimes that's quite a chore considering what a "rock star" he is at Faire.

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    1. Is Himself at all susceptible to boo-boo face? Maybe if Diva & I combine our boo-boo powers... either way, looking forward to seeing you!

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  4. You just inspired me to compare Berthold's luggage to my own, and the proportions come out about the same as yours. Hooray for floofy Germans! Which reminds me, I need to blow dry his feathers to revive them after that deluge yesterday...

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    1. Hooray indeed! And now you're reminding me that I probably need to brush up on a few German phrases and watch my dialect. (It's hard sharing a stage with tarts from England, Russia, France, Wales, Ireland, and Scotland! Ugh! We sound vaguely foreign but meld into a weird Laceland dialect... LOL)

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