KCRF 2006 Second Weekend: The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

Another week down.

The Good:

  • The Last Huzzah: The Courting Italians have been contracted to run the Last Huzzah as our own gig, and we’ve been taking steps to try to bring it back towards what it once was. To that end, we included “The Wild Rover” on Saturday, much to the delight of the Queen and those veteran performers who remembered when this was a staple. The crowd (and the newer performers) picked it up without a hitch, as I had hoped they would, and the front gate rang with the cries of “NO! NAY! NEVER!!” *clapclapclapclap!* It’s been a great feeling.
  • General Naughtiness: A couple of patrons, in costume (Fairy and be-horned) walked down the lane, to which I said ‘Ah….a horny man and a woman with a smile on her face.” The woman stopped, and decided to play as a fairy….saying to me, in an arch tone. “Did you just call me a woman?” I looked her dead in the eye and responded: “I did. Sorry about that…I must have been distracted by the breasts.” She opened her mouth to say something else….and then just completely broke, cracking up. I love my job.
  • Playing at balls on Sunday: Courtesans vs. Whores, in a variation of bocce (or “boules”), playing for Casanova’s brothel tab, double or nothing. Sexual innuendos abounded (handling balls, blowing on them, etc.), and I’m proud to say that my debt has been cleared.
  • The Brothel’s gift to the Virgin Queen: A mini vibrator. Her reaction was classic—a squeal of delight, follow by a quick resumption of bawdy regality. Even funnier was when and I broke her during parade: They’ve got the queen riding through parade on horseback, which is a breathtaking picture. As she passed us, we got her attention, and then both vibrated while saying “BZZZZZZZZ!” She quickly covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter.
  • Limericks: I got to deliver a couple during the Pub Sing, both well-received. The Robin Hood limerick actually got a bit of additional play from , which made me feel like I’d gotten the stamp of approval from a performer that I’ve admired since I was a teenager. The limerick in question: “Robin Hood is not very quick; Always falling for Little John’s trick; While Robin’s waylaid, John’s with Marion Maid, and together they play with his stick.” To which Seymoure responded: “So what you’re saying is that it was a staffing problem.”
  • Here’s a lovely shot of and I during the Chess Match. (courtesy of )

The Bad:

  • The weather, which threatened rain all weekend, and finally produced some on Sunday, had my energy down considerably. Due to the weather, and the Chiefs home opener, we also had low attendance on both days. Ah well.
  • Toothache reared up again mid-way through Saturday. Hard to be “teh sexxay” when you’re in pain, as it turns out. Problem eventually solved, thanks to modern pharmacological advancements.

The Ugly:

  • Out of Control Divas: The former Queen, who is now playing the Gypsy HarpyHarpist is completely out of fucking control. She’s realized that she’s no longer the center of attention and has lost her fucking mind. Plus, all of the people whom she treated like shit during her reign have been ignoring her, now that she’s playing a character that merits no deference. I have heard from others that she’s interrupted other acts during performances at the Queen’s Tea, she’s insinuated herself into scenes with other characters….and she’s been inserting herself into Last Huzzah, culminating on Saturday with her completely interrupting me to give herself an entrance. During the show, she threw us off by trying to lead our songs at different tempos and different keys than those we had rehearsed. HELL NO, says I.

    I spoke to the director on Sunday, and received confirmation that she was not contracted to do the show with us (as he is a push-over when it comes to her, I had feared this was the case). However, he left it to us to handle. The plan was to let and do it, as they have known her longer, and any interaction with them was far less likely to involve copious use of the word “cunt.” However, when, on Sunday morning, she tried to direct us as to what songs we’d be doing that afternoon, and continued to talk over when given reasonable answers to the contrary, I realized that subtlety was not going to work. I stood, and said “with all due respect, we’ve been contracted to run The Last Huzzah as a stage show…and we’ll do it as WE wish.” She stomped off in a huff. Problem solved, though. She stayed back with the musicians during that afternoon’s performance.

    Other performers came up to me at various points during the day to thank me for “stomping her down.” Fer chrissakes, people — if some of you had done it when she first started to Diva Out, it wouldn’t have gotten to be as big a problem as it has turned out to be.

9 Replies to “KCRF 2006 Second Weekend: The Good, The Bad & The Ugly”

  1. I must admit, I’m chuckling. She gave us HELL in the Soup Kitchen last year multiple times when the soup wasn’t ready by 10:30 like she wanted it. Thankfully, we usually wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of it, because the king would tend to tell her to cool it, as soup is technically not guaranteed until parade, anyway. So, lack of harpyness is for yay.

  2. You did a good thing for a lot of people.

    Other performers came up to me at various points during the day to thank me for “stomping her down.” Fer chrissakes, people — if some of you had done it when she first started to Diva Out, it wouldn’t have gotten to be as big a problem as it has turned out to be.

    I think that was probably because so many know that she does have Jim’s right ear. And you know like I do how nepotistic things are run. I suspect that there was the fatalistic thought that going to Jim and asking if she could be dealt with would incur The Wrath Of Kha-, um, The Office; any other thought had probably not occurred to anyone. (It wouldn’t have occurred to me.)

  3. excuse me…i’m an ignorant stranger, i saw a photograph on http://fuzzysquid.com/LJ.php and now i’m curious…what is this event? What is KCRF? Is it a part of the SCA? Where does it take place? It sounds like a lot of fun, and if it’s a private community then i understand, but i’d like to know more about it if i may. thanks!

  4. ahh, wild rover…

    We used to sing (as everyone clapped) “go the fuck home!” under our breaths from up on the gate.

    Glad you claimed your piece. Those ex-queens are nothin’ but trouble. ;-)

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