Fight Night Part II

Well my cozy little gnomes and gnomesses. Everyone was at rehearsal last night except Herr Director, who was off accepting delivery of his parents. Welcome to America Mr. and Mrs. Baker.

As I mentioned last night was the night where boys and girls alike picked up swords, learned to sit, stand, bow and walk. Casey Kaleba our fight and movement instructor took us through our paces explaining why we American's move so poorly. Or at least inefficently. We learned to stack our bodies and walk without stomping our feets on the ground. Then the cool stuff went down and the swords came out. There were only two injuries I can report, both of them splinter related as some of the practice swords were in fact made of wood. I will only mention that Cesar was one of the victims and leave it at that (There you go anonymous, I mentioned you.).

There were swords drawn, slashing and hacking. And all of it reminded me how my body just doesn't learn this stuff easily. I will be honest with you all this is going to take a lot of work to master before we open. My plan this weekend is to watch some more samurai films and try and figure this whole thing out and find a wooden stick and practice, practice, practice.

By the end of rehearsal I will say that my walking did feel more natural and less forced. Breathing as always seems to be an important element of this whole thing and sometimes I know I for one just forget to do it. This leads to me passing out a lot more often than I like, but it does in fact serve as a wonderful means of kicking off a conversation. "What? Where am I? Who are you? Why do you have your hands in my pants pockets? I didn't say stop, I just asked why." Ah college!

Tonight will be the first designer run and boy are we excited! You can tell because I used an exclimation mark at the end of that last sentence.