Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion."
-Dylan Thomas

is it . . . GAUNT GIBEON, THE BLOODSUCKER OF BEXLEY MOOR?!?!
maybe . . . THE HUNSTMAN OF HOGSLY HEAD?!?!?!
or . . . THE VILE FISHMONGER OF CALSHOT SPIT?!?!?!
No no, Gentle Reader, it is none other than SIR SIMON, THE CANTERVILLE GHOST! And he's not scary at all. Not hardly.

Ah yes, these are the just desserts of our work on the fifth and last show of the season: The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde. And though the tech rehearsals were the most compressed of the whole process, it certainly felt like a week's worth of work was packed into that short amount of time.
We had just opened Pericles, but instead of a Saturday sleep in, it was right back to rehearsal for Canterville. Sunday too, with a 9am call after a two show day. Now at this point we had all been in tech rehearsals for four weeks running. And it was starting to catch up with us. Add on the fact that we went through the adventure of Pericles and shows all weekend, without a day off and then launched right into tech rehearsals (long, tedious, grueling) for Canterville, and we were all sagging on Sunday. But the best part for me, was my costume:

pumpkin pants (hip-flaring, striped knickers with an interior thigh strap for extra-thigh-hug. Made of heavy-duty canvas)
undershirt
doublet (a renaissance jacket, made of thick canvas, velvet and other dubious fabrics)
ruff (think frilly collar worn by Shakespeare)
makeup
feathered cap
. . . so while I looked great, it was kind of like being strapped into a form-fitting suit of armor made out of canvas (read: stifling) that lets absolutely NO heat or moisture escape. They put me on stage under the lights (read: sauna) and after the first hour I was swooning. It didn't help that I was already tired and exhausted from the month of tech rehearsals, but I did my best. Halfway through our six hour rehearsal that day I was a royal Grumpo-potamus Rex. I did my best not to talk to anyone that afternoon, since I was incapable of being pleasant. By the end of it, we had gotten the show mostly teched (lights, sound cues and props in place) and we all went to lay low before that evening's performance of Pericles.

That night, there was a toga party in honor of Pericles scheduled to take place at the "Camp" (the lovely lakeside cottage) where Tor and Gene and James are being housed for the summer. As fun as it sounded, I was in sad shape, and all too happy to skip the party and take the night train to Winktown.

But as far as I can surmise, the toga party was a big hit:


Togas Sunday night, and an epic sleep-in for everyone on Monday. Not a lot of action around Monmouth on our day off. We were either recovering from the party (and the equally epic Toga Twister that was played:



Since I was not in that production, I was looking forward to a relaxing evening of dinner, a swim, and settling in with a good fantasy novel. I had not allowed myself much escapist fiction over the summer, as we were in work mode the entire time. But now that the season was officially open, rehearsals over, I decided to indulge. I had dinner, dipped in the lake (no doubt leaving a pool of whiteness behind me as the baby powder washed out) and then snuggled up in a chair at the dining hall to watch the sunset and read my boo----
ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz . . . SNORE . . . zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz!
I was out like a light. I fell asleep at 6:15 and did not wake up for three hours. My body had taken over and grabbed the rest it had been missing. But it was certainly a nice way to spend the evening.
That Tuesday was our first day of running with the entire season open. The rest of the week consisted of us running two shows per day and changing the set over . . . but no rehearsals or techs. Which means we are all able to stay up late, sleep in late, and basically just be actors full time. It blissful.
Thursday's performance of Canterville was jam-packed. They had to set up seats in the aisles to accommodate everyone. Interestingly enough though, they were a much quieter crowd than the opening on Tuesday. You could tell that the kids had all had the "YOU-WILL-BEHAVE-YOURSELVES-AND-NOT-MAKE-A-PEEP-THIS-IS-THE-THEATRE!!!!!" Talk from their sponsors. Kind of sad really, but all the same I think the kids enjoyed the show.



The season is in full swing and the spirits in Monmouth could not be higher. This is the part of the summer we have all been waiting for and it feels great to be here.
With Regards From Canterville Chase,
Sir Simon

You're welcome for all the pictures of all the shows and stuff. :)
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