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(editor's note: I totally forgot to post this. Gregor's Crossing was two weekends ago, now. And I still have to write up the Morrisburg rundown! Baaaaah...)

The first faire of the season was this past weekend- Gregor's Crossing out in Chatham. Yes, I'm only getting around to writing this now. I was Maggie Greystone, the baker's daughter. Once again I scared myself at just how incredibly stupid I can act. By the second day it was determined that nobody can think like me... it's dangerous to your health.

In previous years, I've done little rundowns of all the nifty things that happened at the festivals- a sort of synopsis of all the funny and amusing experiences I had. At this faire, there were just too dang many, I couldn't even really process them all at the end of the day.

So you're just getting the highlights.

Thursday was rainy. The skies opened up just as Dan and I were about to go on stage. This was full on "why the heck are you actually sitting at this stage instead of seeking shelter" rain. But we did have a small crowd who actually got involved. So woo. But I got a definite reminder of why I wanted better shoes than the ballet slippers. Oh, sure, they look good, but they sure as heck ain't waterproof.

Thursday I also learned that Kevin can, and will, make tribble noises while shaking his hair at me, and if I'm tired enough this will, in fact, break my mind.

Friday, it was determined that I need to buy a new belt. The old one was perfectly good- I'd just lent it to another cast member, and he managed to somehow LOSE it. And this is one of those double ring ones from Sword in the Stone that's about a quarter inch thick that I could wrap twice around my waist. You'd think he would notice when it fell off. Sooo, spike20 I'll be seeing you at Pirate Fest for a new one!

I also had kids remember me from the year before. I was doing the ol' "point at the sky and count how many people I can get to stare at nothing" game, when I heard from across the field "DON'T FALL FOR HER TRICKS!!!!!! SHE'S COUNTING YOU!!!!!" Awesome.

Also, there was the "cast party" on Friday night. Eclectic Revival played... and I honestly don't remember any details of the evening! I was too dang tired.

Saturday at the insult game I broke Mandee so badly that she actually had to run off backstage (if you ask nicely and there's enough room, I'll show you my impression of a fighting headless chicken). Unfortunately, Nick and the other Chrises had to miss insult game/pub sing to go set things up for playing at the feast (Kevin stuck around- I guess it's easier to tune a saxophone than a guitar). This led to some problems since there goes a good chunk of our male singers. We ended up doing both girl songs and even attempting Loch Lomond. Bad idea, since we only seemed to know the first two verses and the chorus. I was also in agony through the whole thing, since I forgot my tankard and was belting all the songs with an incredibly dry throat. Never again... until I forget and repeat my errors.

At the actual feast, there was a little girl in a pink princess dress. During a break, I was talking with the boys in the band, and Chelle came over to tell us that she had specifically stayed to hear Celtic music so she could dance to it. Would they play some? They promised to for the next set. I promised that she would dance.

They started playing, and I went up to her and asked her to dance with me.

"I don't know the steps," she whispered.

Contra dance lessons to the rescue! "I'll teach you."

I taught her a few simple steps, and soon we were dancing all over the pub. She was loving every minute of it, which made it awesome for me, too.

Sunday was an exhausted blur.

Have I mentioned I love my job?