Back in triumph from Milwaukee
May. 11th, 2010 01:14 amIn the immortal words of Gromit's old friend Wallace, the show went as well as could be expected. CostumeCon was a great audience; the attendees appreciate the finer details of stage performance. I couldn't wish for a better crowd for whom to fake an orgasm.
As many hours as we spent preparing for our one hour onstage, many of the costumers spent at least as much time sewing and they got, what, 3 minutes onstage in the masquerade? So for once I can't complain about being an actor. Although I will make a note to myself -- really, honest to God, next time NO PROPS. If we'd had a prop table backstage instead of a few hastily-borrowed hotel chairs, then it wouldn't have been so bad. Or if we'd had more than 10 minutes to set up. But you can't preset props backstage if masquerade contestants are walking through. Without glasses. Wearing masks. In the dark.
Magnificent hotel in downtown Milwaukee. Wish we could transport it to Chicago. And a shout-out to Leon's Frozen Custard for staying open 'til midnight -- because on Sunday night we had to wait for the judges to deliberate and present awards at the historical masquerade, after which we could strike the lights and sound equipment and drive back to Chicago.
I bought a couple of remedial Folkwear patterns. Walking skirt (steam) and Paris promenade dress (in which to play uke). I feel like someone who rides with training wheels.
As many hours as we spent preparing for our one hour onstage, many of the costumers spent at least as much time sewing and they got, what, 3 minutes onstage in the masquerade? So for once I can't complain about being an actor. Although I will make a note to myself -- really, honest to God, next time NO PROPS. If we'd had a prop table backstage instead of a few hastily-borrowed hotel chairs, then it wouldn't have been so bad. Or if we'd had more than 10 minutes to set up. But you can't preset props backstage if masquerade contestants are walking through. Without glasses. Wearing masks. In the dark.
Magnificent hotel in downtown Milwaukee. Wish we could transport it to Chicago. And a shout-out to Leon's Frozen Custard for staying open 'til midnight -- because on Sunday night we had to wait for the judges to deliberate and present awards at the historical masquerade, after which we could strike the lights and sound equipment and drive back to Chicago.
I bought a couple of remedial Folkwear patterns. Walking skirt (steam) and Paris promenade dress (in which to play uke). I feel like someone who rides with training wheels.