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12th Night
For me, this 12th Night was exactly what a 12th night should be. Good hanging outage; good shopping; and the Duchesses' Ball did what it was designed to do: give the event a heart and center for the evening after the courts were over. (I never did get around to attending any courts.) On the shopping front, Pastiche had a 2nd hand copy of the 2nd NESAT proceedings which I spent entirely too much money on. (Either you know what NESAT is and envy me, or you have no idea what NESAT is and wouldn't understand.)
I really liked the format of the Ball: dance sets with a variety of short performance pieces as intermissions. My fingers are still a bit sore since I haven't been practicing on the harp enough to keep my calluses up, but I had a blast playing with the pick-up band. There's another un-resolution for 2006: play more music. I hope that something functionally equivalent to the Ball continues in future years. And -- without intending to find any fault at all with this year's Ball -- I think it would be cool if each year there was a different group sponsoring it and a slightly different flavor to the event. Something to keep it fresh and prevent it from becoming one of those fossilized traditions that everyone starts taking for granted.
I freaked out my co-workers by telling them all about ending the evening drinking at a keg party that got shut down by hotel security. It was almost too bad I had to spoil the effect by giving them more details. (A: I was drinking cidar, not beer. B: we were shut down for talking too loudly, not for any sort of bad behavior. C: although I did strip down to my underwear in the hallway because I was too hot, it was my 14th century underwear, which is still pretty darn covered up.) It was rather fun getting tipsy with thread_walker's crowd. I do so love to explode people's preconceptions about me.
I really liked the format of the Ball: dance sets with a variety of short performance pieces as intermissions. My fingers are still a bit sore since I haven't been practicing on the harp enough to keep my calluses up, but I had a blast playing with the pick-up band. There's another un-resolution for 2006: play more music. I hope that something functionally equivalent to the Ball continues in future years. And -- without intending to find any fault at all with this year's Ball -- I think it would be cool if each year there was a different group sponsoring it and a slightly different flavor to the event. Something to keep it fresh and prevent it from becoming one of those fossilized traditions that everyone starts taking for granted.
I freaked out my co-workers by telling them all about ending the evening drinking at a keg party that got shut down by hotel security. It was almost too bad I had to spoil the effect by giving them more details. (A: I was drinking cidar, not beer. B: we were shut down for talking too loudly, not for any sort of bad behavior. C: although I did strip down to my underwear in the hallway because I was too hot, it was my 14th century underwear, which is still pretty darn covered up.) It was rather fun getting tipsy with thread_walker's crowd. I do so love to explode people's preconceptions about me.