mandalay

huzzah

it seems i've been invited to the renaissance festival. now i know the cliche -- i auditioned for and then spent about 3 weeks in rehearsals for the UT madrigal dinner, before i decided to quit upon receiving a bright blue burned cd entitled "got wench?" most of the people performing were exactly what you'd expect - the goths, the guys who wore lord of the rings t-shirts and the girls who wore bustiers with jeans as their normal daily outfits. long hair, no makeup, black fingernail polish -- for the guys and girls. i didn't have much in common with any of them, i'd never been to renfest but that wasn't so bad. while i can handle a fair amount of smut, the vulgarity of the 20 songs i was required to learn got to me. i had done the madrigal dinner in high school with my choir. i sang real madrigals from a real renaissance songbook and drank wassail and loved it. seriously. i got to promenade, sit at the front table with friends who all looked lovely, the jester was the guy who'd taken me to prom, all the boys were wearing tights, and i got to write a fair amount of the script my senior year.

it seems that choir spoiled me. besides making it nearly impossible to be content in any other choirs, it has affected my participation in this event. i'm not saying that i'm not going to go. i think the people-watching alone is reason enough, but the most troubling question of all: what am i going to wear? in high school, i wore the most beautiful velvet and brocade gowns that were all hand-stitched and hand-beaded, no zippers or snaps, only buttons and laces. i have never felt so beautiful as i have in those dresses. but of course, if the people i go with dress up, i will have to dress up too. and i think the only place i'd be able to find a comparable dress would be a theater. so, undoubtedly, i shall have to suck it up, put away my renaissance snobbery and wear the nylon, the crushed velvet, the gaudy purples, bright greens and golds. or settle for the wench costume, cinch my breasts up to my chin and drown my sorrows in a glass of --- mead.

did i mention we're camping?

posted by amanda @ 9:54 PM