The moke of stridnight
Jan. 24th, 2003 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidLast night I joined a crowd of Bittyfriends in celebrating her birthday with an excursion to the Medieval Manor. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it turned out to be a kind of variation on dinner theater, with performances threaded throughout.
The room was ruled by the king (I wondered if his English accent helped him get the job), and he had a jester, many serving wenches, a minstrel, and a drudge. There was an emphasis on humor, though a lot of it was to a lower common denominator than I tend to enjo y. Everyone else seemed to like it, though, so I guess I'm in the minority (especially a couple of the other large groups, who seemed to be consuming rather more beer than at our table)(I kept on being surprised at the lengths to which they went in pursui ng sexual innuendo. Though at some point it stopped being innuendo...). There were some excellent bits, though, that I'm glad I got to see, including Bitty's performance on the horn. Also, the retelling of the story of the slass glipper, and how the sugly isters couldn't make it fit [Now, if I could get the text of *that* to read at the next story reading, it would be cool. Though I'd not be able to read it nearly as well as it was performed.]. And the music was excellent, performed by minstrel Bill (I was not the only one who found this stage name slightly incongruous) on the guitar, with percussion done by some instruments he tapped with his feet.
And I seem to have found more crocheting to do/teach, as well. Cool.
Oh, and it was nice to have a chance to wear the jester hat (a gift from King Richard's back in college); those who tried it on looked good.
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The room was ruled by the king (I wondered if his English accent helped him get the job), and he had a jester, many serving wenches, a minstrel, and a drudge. There was an emphasis on humor, though a lot of it was to a lower common denominator than I tend to enjo y. Everyone else seemed to like it, though, so I guess I'm in the minority (especially a couple of the other large groups, who seemed to be consuming rather more beer than at our table)(I kept on being surprised at the lengths to which they went in pursui ng sexual innuendo. Though at some point it stopped being innuendo...). There were some excellent bits, though, that I'm glad I got to see, including Bitty's performance on the horn. Also, the retelling of the story of the slass glipper, and how the sugly isters couldn't make it fit [Now, if I could get the text of *that* to read at the next story reading, it would be cool. Though I'd not be able to read it nearly as well as it was performed.]. And the music was excellent, performed by minstrel Bill (I was not the only one who found this stage name slightly incongruous) on the guitar, with percussion done by some instruments he tapped with his feet.
And I seem to have found more crocheting to do/teach, as well. Cool.
Oh, and it was nice to have a chance to wear the jester hat (a gift from King Richard's back in college); those who tried it on looked good.
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