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Renaissance Festival War Stories: September 18/19, 2022
Photo by Jas Weight Continued from week four... September 18/19, 2022 Five Dollars I have mentioned The Dregs in previous posts. They are a local, legendary renaissance band with nearly as many former members as Spinal Tap and just as many infamous songs. Saturday evening, exclusively for those who have secure camp ground clearance, they perform their show known as 'Dregs After Dark.' Because the festival is work for us and play for everyone else, this is their chance to do a show for those of us who don't get to see them during the run of the season. Last year, I missed it; this year, I didn't want to. Nestor and I head up after supper to catch the show. We were late and, the show had already started, and all the benches were already full. We stood back and enjoyed the show.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Humans
Renaissance Festival War Stories: September 10/11, 2022
...Previously during weekend 3 September 10/11, 2022 This weekend featured the return of Jacqueline and Bertram. They had fallen ill the last two weeks and we were glad to have them back. There is a love, joy, and passion I have for this show for doing it going on three years; these two have done it for twenty years. I consciously made an effort to take the back seat to them. After missing two weekends, I wanted to watch them shine as much as the audience wanted to see them. I have learned much from these two.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Humans
Renaissance Festival War Stories: September 3/4/5, 2022
Photo by Noah Boudit ...Previously during Weekend 1 I was walking back to the riddle booth after an errand. A toddler in regular clothes plus a pink starry tutu dress with part of it in their mouth stops in their tracks and stares at me. Much like any deer in nature, I stop and stare back. I crouch down to their level. I am masked, but I take my dangling scarf and pinch it in my mouth over my mask, eyes locked with the child. Seemingly stunned, they drop their tutu out of their mouth and smile. (My mask has a smile on it). Mom is watching and either taking pictures and/or video. The child and I exchange names and pleasantries. We shake hands and mom calls them along. She tells them to wave back bye-bye.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Humans
Character Improv Guide
After having a wonderful conversation with a professional Santa Claus, I was inspired to write a street improv performance list. These are basic rules of performing if you are portraying either an established character like Santa Claus, Mrs. Claus, Fairy Tale princesses, superheroes, mascots or other original self-created character. This is not the definitive list of rules for performing; this is what has worked for me.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Lifehack
Metamorphosisters
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It didn't matter if the space was infinite, the size of a coffin, or a pill; a vacuum is a vacuum. Beatrix waited, trying to keep herself calm. No one would hear her scream in that small space. She tried to tell herself it wasn't a coffin because she was not dead. It's a bed, that's it, a cozy bed. She tried to slow her breathing and actually sleep, but sleep would not come. Not after the evening she had...
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Fiction
The Swap
Consciousness. It had eluded Leslie for longer than she had realized. The train. How I got from the safehouse to the train, I don't recall, but I'm here now. She sighed. She turned her head side to side to try and find her bearings. No one was in the seats adjacent to her, there usually wasn't. Her back was stiff in the seat. The train car she sat in never had reclining seats, but no one ever minded if she would lay down across two seats; she never did though. The train went on and on. It's the express again. It will be at least an hour before it stops. Leslie got up from the hard seat, tilting back to see her trunk in the reserve space above her seat. She looked side to side again. She could see the tops of hats and hair of a few people scattered about the train car and no conductor in sight. She stepped up onto the seat and popped open her trunk, it wasn't even locked. Inside the trunk: a couple hundred dollars, coins she knew to be counterfeit, and a wig, this one was an up-do. The usual. It will be 'The Ship Swap.' Again. Her partner was creative, for sure, but not always original. Under her seat, a small briefcase. Her partner always gave her the same brown briefcase. It was probably more discrete for her to hand off the briefcase to a man than a purse. She opened it up to reconfirm what was in it: supplies and another hundred-dollar bill. She took out the bill, closed the case, and tried to discretely hold it in her hand - her small but deft hand. She sat back in the seat on the aisle side, setting and sticking herself in place. She didn't need to move; she didn't want to move. She wanted to enjoy these last few minutes of peace and quiet before everything started.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Fiction
Renaissance Festival War Stories: Newbourne July 3, 2022
Sunday July 3, 2022 The last day of the inaugural season of Newbourne Village. We can't even get through the morning meeting without happy tears. Yackov and Master Ticktock tell us to "leave it all out in the lanes" one more time.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Humans
Janet / Jane
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. "It comes to this," Jane said blowing out the match. She turned around and looked at the teenage girl, Janet, sitting silently at the table. "It's scary, I know. It wasn't always like this. I didn't think it would be like this. It was like this for my grandmother. It wasn't like this for my mother or for me. These are horrific times we live in." She lowered the hood of her sweatshirt and sat at the table across from the teenage girl. The teenage girl had been crying, she had been crying for the last several days anytime they talked.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Horror
Renaissance Festival War Stories: The Lost Scrolls - Food Edition ...Part 2
The Minnesota Renaissance Festival offers some great tastes and foods. While some people get their kicks at the Minnesota State Fair with fried foods, foods on a stick, and fried foods on a stick; I'm filling my stomach and my soul at the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. Here are a few more foods that did not make the first cut.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Feast
Renaissance Festival War Stories: Newbourne June 10/11/12, 2022 ...Part 2
Mother & Father Christmas Newbourne saw all types of visitors this weekend, including Mother & Father Christmas. I called out to Father Christmas and said, "Don't place me behind Donner this year!"
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Humans
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