I spent yesterday afternoon passing out programs and selling bracelets while dressed in Elizabethan garb on the lawn of a castle. Seriously, we have a legitimate castle in dear old Homaha. It is bee-yooteeful. I wish we had been able to go inside.
By "we" I mean Big Funny Kid, Snow White, and That One Girl I Know From That One Place. Our job was to distribute programs to people who had come to watch the Nebraska Shakespeare Foundation's production of "Much Ado About Nothing". I guess Durmstrang gets a Shakespearian Acting workshop in exchange for our one hour of ambling about the yard, so that's a plus.
This was a highly awkward experience, to say the least. I am proud to say that I really don't enjoy strolling up to people and asking them for money- it makes me quite uncomfortable. Since I was so ill at ease with these random strangers whom I will probably never see again, my usual charm-the-pants-off-anyone attitude was totally gone. Plus, I stepped in multiple piles of dog poop, which was very unpleasant for both me and everyone around me.
Y'all wanna see a picture? Hear what Fairy Godmother has to say about the day's events at
www.wtf-n-stuff.blogspot.com . I look pretty stellar, let me assure you.
And for the second time in our lives together, BFK uttered that oh-so-suitable phrase: "Well, THAT happened."
Fun times, my friends. Makes me want to hit up a Renaissance fair.
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