I’ve been a juggling fiend. Friday: at least two hours of unicycle hockey, split up into the “good” and “peewee” teams. There were so many people there that I didn’t make the “good” cut, and consequently scored about 5 or 6 times against players who were generally younger than I’d care to admit.
Saturday: The bulk of the festival here… Unfortunately, I’d worn myself out playing uni-hockey the night before, and then combat for a few hours right after getting there. I got a second wind about the time I had to sit down and watch to see if any of my raffle tickets were called. They weren’t.
Saturday night: The mondo show has continued to improve in caliber and quality under its current artistic direction. I think this was the third year in a row we’ve sold out that 500 seat theater. [I wasted more than a few minutes here trying to look up the word for foot juggling… I think it starts with a p, as in it shares the same prefix as podiatrist.] Anyway, it was a great show, and there was much juggling afterwards (until the gym closed at two AM.)
Sunday: I showed up to the festival, and didn’t practice 1 trick the ENTIRE time I was there. I played about two more hours of hockey, and then volley club until they kicked us out at 5:00. I hadn’t played volley club since ren fest, and it was fun as hell.
Of course, yesterday we went to monday night juggling practice… low attendance for some reason… (I’m guessing people were worn out, those wusses!) My sister called me to tell me about how many new bruises she had after the weekend. (At least ten big ones, apparently.) Unicycling does that, especially when you’re practicing for level 8, as she was all weekend. (For those who really care, I passed level 3 a few weeks ago. I’d been stuck on it for about a year–I couldn’t go over the board.) Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that she was in the show… I got a fair amount of comments afterward about how good she is.
Probably the most vindicating moment of the weekend was when (late Sat night) I was hanging out with a group of people including this guy Sam. Sam is not at all a bad juggler… pretty good in fact, and he regularly cleans house at combat. I was unicycling, and he said something along the lines of “You’re better than me at everything I do!” Now, this was obviously a false statement, but he was sincere (mostly in coveting my unicycle skills, I’m sure), and anyway it felt good to hear. I have been doing this juggling crap for something like 10 years now (7 or 8 with any seriousness), so I should be better than some people, damnit!
PS, Note: this is not the aforementioned meta-juggling post that I’d meant to write and hinted about a few weeks ago. I will write that someday… someday.