Twelfth Night post-mortem
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madbakerWhich is an appropriate header, because I still feel half-dead. Lengthy and disjointed blahing follows.
The wife met me at work with the packed car so that I didn't have to backtrack twice. One of these years I'd like to go to a one-day event with less stuff. Granted, a fair amount was for the party, but still. When we arrived, they gave us a room on the executive level (raises nose in the air). The room wasn't any bigger and they didn't charge us any more. Still, we got a complementary continental breakfast (which we took advantage of) and happy hour (which we didn't). The downside was that you couldn't get to our floor without the keycard. We had a lovely birthday dinner for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aastg at the hotel steakhouse with folks. Yum, although we don't usually eat that much red meat. It encouraged us to eat lightly the next morning.
As usual, the wife and I didn't see much of each other during the day. I had to attend the Exchequer's Social first thing, which was several hours of Q&A and new forms explanations. Deadly dull, but necessary. I didn't get to schmooze as much as usual - and I missed the merchants, the artisans' display, the scribal table, and pretty much everything. Lots of running around, although looking back on it I'm not sure what I was doing. It all seemed important at the time. The wife's presentation of woodcut promissory prints turned out extremely well. Their Maj's gave her a completed Rose Leaf scroll, which was a nice acknowledgement and unlooked-for benefit. (Of course, that means that she has three scrolls. I have none.)
Random mis-communication regarding the play; we were tentatively scheduled between courts, but then court ran long (what a surprise!) and we were pushed back, then on again. We managed to find everyone at least. The sets took waaay too long to put up, but Bonefinder (and others) kept the audience entertained. The play itself went extremely well. Several people told me that this was the tightest one we've done in a long time. It didn't feel like it to us - although without a script, it's hard to tell. Doing improv may have kept us moving along quicker if a joke didn't work.
After court ended, the wife and I dropped off my marzipan bacon for the Duchesses' Ball and thought about dinner. We ended up at the hotel sushi bar - overpriced and somewhat mediocre sushi, but having quasi-private and secluded time together turned out to be perfect; it was the only time we had all day. Then we finished cleaning the room and setting up for the Half-Life Party. We intended to make an appearance at the Ball, but I was feeling tired after the play and it was late, so the wife went and I stayed in the room to wait for calls.
We had made up fliers advertising the party beforehand. As mentioned, you couldn't get to our floor without a keycard, so the wife wrote "call for shuttle". We had also posted a flyer on the bulletin board all day, so lots of people knew about it. We intended it to be an open party - and that's exactly what we got.
The excuse for the party was that as of Twelfth Night, I'd spent half my life in the SCA, and half of that life as a Laurel. The numbers just worked out that way: 36 / 18 / 9. We didn't make everything appropriate to the theme, but the major attractions were -- a half keg of peach cyser, which itself is half mead and half apple cider. And we bought party favors. Originally we were going to get glowing ice cubes, but this was more fun. Also, they look like some period glasses. LEDs aside, of course. We had documentation, but never did anything with it...
At first, it was just GSP folks - we usually end up sitting around in someone's room after dinner. Then we started getting more calls from other people (and many people there were very good about answering the phone and getting people in the elevator. At first it was "Wulfric's half life party. Who are you and which floor?" By the end of the night it was "Half life, floor?")
The party started around 8:30, I guess. Many people showed up whom I didn't know - which was fine - and the party ended up spilling out into the hall and by the elevators. It also subsumed a couple other parties on the floor; people would wander in, collect a glass and cyser, and leave for other parties. I think the glasses were wandering advertisements for our party!
Around 1:00 or so the hotel security showed up. They'd had noise complaints. We weren't blaring music, but that many people are just loud. There were also three (off-duty) cops... I've never had a party shut down for noise! I think that alone makes it a successful party. Many people teased me - "Wulfric, you're changing your reputation to a hard-partying raucous type".
Fortunately, they didn't actually shut us down, just told us to move to the first floor. So we all decamped (with kegs). We stayed another half hour or so, until the cyser was killed. I saw half-a-dozen people come up to it, bypassing the beer kegs, and bemoan the lack of cyser. (The most amusing: "But what am I going to drink?") Anyway, we grabbed the keg, cleaned up the room, and got about three hours of sleep.
Sunday we met the upstairs neighbors and Geoffrey & Crystal for dim sum. It was a nice way to quietly socialize with them, since we hadn't at the event, and dim sum was perfect.
I took today off. Now we're doing laundry, dishes, and all the other fun post-event fu.
The wife met me at work with the packed car so that I didn't have to backtrack twice. One of these years I'd like to go to a one-day event with less stuff. Granted, a fair amount was for the party, but still. When we arrived, they gave us a room on the executive level (raises nose in the air). The room wasn't any bigger and they didn't charge us any more. Still, we got a complementary continental breakfast (which we took advantage of) and happy hour (which we didn't). The downside was that you couldn't get to our floor without the keycard. We had a lovely birthday dinner for
aastg at the hotel steakhouse with folks. Yum, although we don't usually eat that much red meat. It encouraged us to eat lightly the next morning.As usual, the wife and I didn't see much of each other during the day. I had to attend the Exchequer's Social first thing, which was several hours of Q&A and new forms explanations. Deadly dull, but necessary. I didn't get to schmooze as much as usual - and I missed the merchants, the artisans' display, the scribal table, and pretty much everything. Lots of running around, although looking back on it I'm not sure what I was doing. It all seemed important at the time. The wife's presentation of woodcut promissory prints turned out extremely well. Their Maj's gave her a completed Rose Leaf scroll, which was a nice acknowledgement and unlooked-for benefit. (Of course, that means that she has three scrolls. I have none.)
Random mis-communication regarding the play; we were tentatively scheduled between courts, but then court ran long (what a surprise!) and we were pushed back, then on again. We managed to find everyone at least. The sets took waaay too long to put up, but Bonefinder (and others) kept the audience entertained. The play itself went extremely well. Several people told me that this was the tightest one we've done in a long time. It didn't feel like it to us - although without a script, it's hard to tell. Doing improv may have kept us moving along quicker if a joke didn't work.
After court ended, the wife and I dropped off my marzipan bacon for the Duchesses' Ball and thought about dinner. We ended up at the hotel sushi bar - overpriced and somewhat mediocre sushi, but having quasi-private and secluded time together turned out to be perfect; it was the only time we had all day. Then we finished cleaning the room and setting up for the Half-Life Party. We intended to make an appearance at the Ball, but I was feeling tired after the play and it was late, so the wife went and I stayed in the room to wait for calls.
We had made up fliers advertising the party beforehand. As mentioned, you couldn't get to our floor without a keycard, so the wife wrote "call for shuttle". We had also posted a flyer on the bulletin board all day, so lots of people knew about it. We intended it to be an open party - and that's exactly what we got.
The excuse for the party was that as of Twelfth Night, I'd spent half my life in the SCA, and half of that life as a Laurel. The numbers just worked out that way: 36 / 18 / 9. We didn't make everything appropriate to the theme, but the major attractions were -- a half keg of peach cyser, which itself is half mead and half apple cider. And we bought party favors. Originally we were going to get glowing ice cubes, but this was more fun. Also, they look like some period glasses. LEDs aside, of course. We had documentation, but never did anything with it...
At first, it was just GSP folks - we usually end up sitting around in someone's room after dinner. Then we started getting more calls from other people (and many people there were very good about answering the phone and getting people in the elevator. At first it was "Wulfric's half life party. Who are you and which floor?" By the end of the night it was "Half life, floor?")
The party started around 8:30, I guess. Many people showed up whom I didn't know - which was fine - and the party ended up spilling out into the hall and by the elevators. It also subsumed a couple other parties on the floor; people would wander in, collect a glass and cyser, and leave for other parties. I think the glasses were wandering advertisements for our party!
Around 1:00 or so the hotel security showed up. They'd had noise complaints. We weren't blaring music, but that many people are just loud. There were also three (off-duty) cops... I've never had a party shut down for noise! I think that alone makes it a successful party. Many people teased me - "Wulfric, you're changing your reputation to a hard-partying raucous type".
Fortunately, they didn't actually shut us down, just told us to move to the first floor. So we all decamped (with kegs). We stayed another half hour or so, until the cyser was killed. I saw half-a-dozen people come up to it, bypassing the beer kegs, and bemoan the lack of cyser. (The most amusing: "But what am I going to drink?") Anyway, we grabbed the keg, cleaned up the room, and got about three hours of sleep.
Sunday we met the upstairs neighbors and Geoffrey & Crystal for dim sum. It was a nice way to quietly socialize with them, since we hadn't at the event, and dim sum was perfect.
I took today off. Now we're doing laundry, dishes, and all the other fun post-event fu.
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You wowdy wuffian!
Date: 2006-01-09 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-09 09:02 pm (UTC)12th night is the wierdest, least period medieval wanna be event of the year and those glasses are perfect :)
congrats on a good party! I've had one shut down for noise too and its a nice feather in the cap for us old fogies :)
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Date: 2006-01-10 02:33 am (UTC)