Lizz and I had a great time while she was in town.  We met up at the Tavern on Friday night for the Midsummers show and the Naughty No-No show.  I love taking people to the Tavern who have never been before, and I knew Lizz would love it.  Balcony seats were perhaps a mistake, however; Lizz almost bounced out of her seat and right off the balcony a few times!
The Naughty No-no show was a blast and hysterical.  I can't even imagine doing some of those stunts, much less mostly in a state of dishabille!  Also fire = happy Tempest.  We got home sooooooo late!

Lizz and I ran into Jay and Odie first thing and had a lovely chat with them at front gate.  Then we wandered all over the Faire on Saturday and saw a bunch of shows.  The rain didn't bother us any, either, we just skipped through it. 

After pub sing, we raced out to change in the parking lot and race downtown for Lion King.  Thanks to the absolute fubar that is the I-75/85-pretend-repaving-project (we had lots of lanes closed, but I didn't see a bit of work being done), the rain, parking traffic and parking fubars, we got to the show late.  There would have been plenty of time except that every single thing that could go wrong did.  We finally got seated about 2/3 through Act I in the middle of "Be Prepared."  My favorite part of the show was a the ghost of Mufasa.  I know a hell of a lot about how stage special effects work, and I can't quite figure out how they did that; ideas, but no solid concepts.  It was astonishing to say the least!

We got home late, again, passed out and then we were up again to the Faire, this time with Tommy in tow.  Lizz ran all over the festival in spite of the rain (or perhaps because of it, I'm blaming the rain on her).  Tommy and I stayed in the pub most of the day; his knees were shot from something earlier this week.  My poor Delicate Flower!  I spent a lot of the day playing with my camera.  I'll have pictures up tomorrow; silly Tempest left her camera at home today, after charging the battery last night.

About 4 o'clock, the Pub sets started turning into We're-Going-To-See-If-We-Can-All-Get-Fired sets, which could also have been called 80's Remix Time.  There was no-one around, so the cast and regulars just sort of did whatever we could to amuse ourselves and each other.  It got fairly silly, and very un-Renaissance.

Lizz had to leave right after Pub Sing to begin the drive home, but Tommy and I headed out to dinner with the usual suspects (well, most of them; Rykie I had oils for you!) before heading home.