a.k.a. Esoteric humor at its finest.
a.k.a. When the chorus only has to be on stage for a cumulative 15 minutes in a 3-hour opera, much mischief is "maid."
The music festival which I am involved with is a traveling festival, and tries to take its shows to most of the larger towns in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. This year, Cosi Fan Tutte, a comedic opera by Mozart took the UP by storm, starting in Iron Mountain.
We stayed in Iron Mountain for three days. Luckily, my two eldest children were on a Girl Scout trip to Green Bay during this time. Unluckily, I didn't get to go with them this year. I always love chaperoning the Girl Scout trips, but at least I didn't have to worry too much about childcare for them. Sophia got to stay with a friend and she basically had the time of her life going to parades and the beach and jumping on the trampoline.
Meanwhile, The Maestro and I were stuck in the Iron Mountain Motel 6 whenever we weren't at the theatre sitzprobing or rehearsing. Also, most of the other cast members and orchestra musicians were put up at the Motel 6 where it reeked of cat urine and smoke. And our room had a lovely iron burn right in the middle of the floor, yet there was no iron to be found until we called the front desk and found out they keep them there. Weird. Possibly because people kept burning their carpet with them.
My fellow maid has a wickedly creative sense of humor and excellent PowerPoint skills (yes, PowerPoint!), and so began our series of "The Maids Go on Tour."
And yes, we took all of these photos right in the middle of the opera, in all that downtime we had.
And I totally understand if you don't think it's as funny as we do. I understand that maybe you had to be there. I still wanted to make sure it was on the blog, because just in case I ever get around to making one of those blog books, I want the Maids' (mis)Adventures to be immortalized for my posterity.
Team Kenton, and people from all over are sending in photos to cheer Kenton on in his new reality. I know that Deb and Kenton would love a picture from you, if you feel so moved. Check it out!
In case you're wondering, the whirlwind of opera tour means that no, my children have not done many chores or practiced much. And they are, in fact, watching a movie on the iPad as I type this, even though I haven't heard a single note of practicing this morning. My house is a disaster (where are those darn maids when I need them?)(probably off taking silly photos), and I am exhausted.
Next week, we're back on the wagon, and I can hardly wait. Of course, I'm in another show in three weeks, but we just won't think about that just yet. One day at a time...