XVIII in the rear-view mirror: On our Comedy Bus, there is no brake
Laffstock Comedy Barn Players! The last hitchhiker has scurried off, our Groucho glasses are folded, grand meals digested and docent hat hung. But Weekend 18 lives on in our smiles. And the following posts: Photo album Blow, Haiku siren, blow! From soup to nuts: Our Top Tens Fun. Knee: Evaluating 18 Offer your thoughts and pictures on our exclusive Weekend FB page (and invite Friends to join), and enjoy a wend through Weekends past. Fun times? You do the mirth.
From soup to nuts: Our Tops of 18
Try to Top these: Now that’s how you keep the bears away. | Weekender Wayne likes show tunes. Submitted by the non-play goers. Trip Soup | Entrée at Shifflet’s Riverside menu: ‘One Trip Soup & Salad Bar.’ (‘Waiter, can you carelessly walk this around again to make sure it’s been properly tripped?’) Copy of Strunk and White and an armload of hyphens are being rushed over. Why would you go to Richland Center? | Lodge Owner Jennifer, mystified I’ve handled fifth graders before. | Lon, our patient to-a-point Richland Center guide. It used to be a strip club. | Guide [...]
Blow, Haiku Siren, Blow!
In honor of the Cradle of the American Haiku Festival, held in Mineral Point while we rollicked, Weekenders -- with Haiku Helper forms and yellow whistles on hand -- announced their creations: Underwhelmed Frank Lloyd Wright’s all right Warehouse too much dust and must Who needs the dumb bat . Tommye | Malvolian of the Year Bean There; Done That Thou must mind the Bunn Else thy pot runneth over Thou hast wet thyself . DD | Silver Medal Untitled First time Weekender Looking forward to some fun Great times with loved ones . Jennifer | Bronze [...]
Fun Knee: Evaluating 18
Quote whoredom: Our Weekend Tagline You just might wet yourself! | Bryan The hugs are free! After you sign a waiver. Deb’s reference to the owner said it all | Bob So funny Deb will wet herself | Mike [Authorized 19 motto] Thanks, John, ya done good! | Wayne The future is now, be yourself | MJ Enjoy our exciting gravel beds! | YOS What’s the punchline? (Extra credit for referring to a fellow Weekender or feature of XVIII.) The set up: “And the first thing I said to the surgeon after waking up from the operation was … ... [...]
A wend through Weekends past
Like an internal organ distending with undiagnosable fluid, the Weekend tradition just keeps getting greater: Check out the official, unabridged chronicle of Top Tens, poems, drink recipes and too much more in our absolutely free Weekend XVIII Souvenir Booklet -- with an exciting preview of the updated Booklet 19. And kill even more time watching the A Very Special Episode of the Weekend Highlights Reel Don't forget to check us out on Facebook too!
Sonnet 17
MushVrooms Our rollicking, frolicsome, Pollocky dream She layers thinly, he is all Sakrete. Each bared our own spirit, like woodland Pucks, Through Weekend. And if we birthed no Magritte, Yet we shared full joys, loves and laughing yucks Under swaddling skies – for once not too humid: A mid-summer play with nonstop undressing, Wondrous meals, gardens, our Vrooman, Then, as if to grade school art class, regressing. A fungus flourishes with fertilizer And dank (and how do buried talents sprout?). Though the Muse worried we’d murderlize her, With beret, face hair and Master Mike, out came startling art. So cherish [...]
Top Tens of Seventeen
“What the hell, Odell?” (Tommye, with an update of “To wander around.”) +++ “That’s not retro. It’s what it is.” (Mick’s observation of the Café 110 décor – and winner of the Most Insightful Comment about Art and Life award.) +++ “Chicken ain’t up.” (PT’s Barbecue. In life, sometimes the second choice is the best choice. Oh those heavenly ribs.) +++ “I wish I had worn more comfortable shoes.” (Deb, year 17) +++ Wayne’s Dali-esque mustache (Deb) +++ “Nope.” Bryan, staying on message throughout (From Deb) +++ “Blub.” (Mike attempted a comical reading of the Allerton’s rose bed signage. A [...]
Some thoughts on Seventeen
Testimonial mottos “Nope.” (From Deb. Inspiration: Bryan) “We put the Weak in Weekend!” (Mike) He did it again! (Success of WwW, from Wayne) “Yesterday’s memories, tomorrow’s repressions.” (Bryan) Darkest impulses/thoughts that raced through our minds At some point, stop counting. No one says Fourth of July Parade #242. (Deb) Give everyone only black paint for the sip’n’paint. (Mike) Acoustics in the dining room, walk to the hidden garden, fell on concrete stairs at last moment ☹ but OK. (Tommye) And from our eternally upbeat Weekender Wayne, with Darkest crossed out and Lightest substituted: "Are you well? We both are?" Allerton [...]
Ballistic Mizzle
If memory serves: 6 parts lemonade 2 parts whiskey 1 part cinnamon schnapps A muddle of mint - YOS
Weekend 17: Getting artsy with it
From PT's barbecue to the wonders of Allerton, from half-naked acting to our grand mansion vrooms, it was a Weekend to remember. And thanks to our master teacher, we all came home with priceless fungal souvenirs to keep the memories always with us. To relive Weekend once more, click around for photos, Top Tens, a sonnet summation and commentary. And check out our Facebook page for more.