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revdorothyl at 07:01pm on 09/08/2004
revdorothyl at 07:01pm on 09/08/2004Continued . . .
When Mom got home from work Friday evening (July 23rd), my sister and I were ready with a quick supper of formerly-frozen pizzas for the family (btw, that square thin-crust pizza from DiGiorno is really good!), so that the parents and Sis and I could make an early evening showing of "De-Lovely" at a nearby multiplex.
All four of us very much enjoyed "De-Lovely", though I at least was not quite prepared for the rather surreal way the musical numbers and Porter's life were blended into one another. But when I got into it, I loved it. Even if the story hadn't been so compelling and the major actors so very good, I'd have been content just for the chance to hear all those Cole Porter songs again. As it was, I felt more than satisfied. (If you go to see it, be sure to listen for Cole Porter himself singing "You're the Top" over the end credits.)
My parents were a bit surprised at how frank the film was about Porter's homosexuality, but they certainly weren't shocked or dismayed by it, and they commented that Porter's songs were the popular songs of the day when they were growing up and in college (they graduated from college in 1957). So, they found it a blast from the past, in that respect, as well as a very surprising and touching love story.
Since the weather was so unseasonably cool and pleasant, I had agreed with my sister's suggestion that the four of us (still minus my brother, who had to work all day Saturday) take advantage of some 2-for-the-price-of-1 coupons for the Bristol Renaissance Fair on the Wisconsin/Illinois border on Saturday. The last time I had visited that Renaissance fair, it was called King Richard's Faire, or some such, and I had been a freshman in high school.
It seemed to me that this Fair had gotten a lot better and a lot bigger since then (well, it's been more than 25 years, after all, since the last time I'd been there) -- but it could also be that my experience at science fiction conventions with a sizeable SCA contingent over the intervening years allowed me to find it all a bit more familiar and comfortable, which in turn allowed me to relax and really enjoy just strolling around, arm in arm with my sister.
I even found that the nice young man who custom-made my bodice some years ago and whom I see every Spring and Fall at the Iowa conventions had a permanent shop there during July and August. So, it was almost like being at a convention (except for no con-suite and therefore no free food and drink!). Also, since nobody else in the family was garbing for the Fair (or even HAS any garb of that sort), I decided not to stand out from my group by wearing my usual bodice-ripper outfit that day (yes, I chickened out).
I'm not sure how I would have felt about having my parents see me in my "let it all hang out (almost)" convention costume, anyway. I think that would have felt too much like a "when worlds collide" situation. After all, when I was in parish ministry, the science fiction conventions were the only times I could dress even slightly provocatively or have fun at all with my cleavage (which seemed to be gathering dust most of the rest of the time!). Even now, that's still my "come-as-you-aren't" costume, and I don't think my parents OR I would be quite ready for that bit of shared information.
To be continued . . .
When Mom got home from work Friday evening (July 23rd), my sister and I were ready with a quick supper of formerly-frozen pizzas for the family (btw, that square thin-crust pizza from DiGiorno is really good!), so that the parents and Sis and I could make an early evening showing of "De-Lovely" at a nearby multiplex.
All four of us very much enjoyed "De-Lovely", though I at least was not quite prepared for the rather surreal way the musical numbers and Porter's life were blended into one another. But when I got into it, I loved it. Even if the story hadn't been so compelling and the major actors so very good, I'd have been content just for the chance to hear all those Cole Porter songs again. As it was, I felt more than satisfied. (If you go to see it, be sure to listen for Cole Porter himself singing "You're the Top" over the end credits.)
My parents were a bit surprised at how frank the film was about Porter's homosexuality, but they certainly weren't shocked or dismayed by it, and they commented that Porter's songs were the popular songs of the day when they were growing up and in college (they graduated from college in 1957). So, they found it a blast from the past, in that respect, as well as a very surprising and touching love story.
Since the weather was so unseasonably cool and pleasant, I had agreed with my sister's suggestion that the four of us (still minus my brother, who had to work all day Saturday) take advantage of some 2-for-the-price-of-1 coupons for the Bristol Renaissance Fair on the Wisconsin/Illinois border on Saturday. The last time I had visited that Renaissance fair, it was called King Richard's Faire, or some such, and I had been a freshman in high school.
It seemed to me that this Fair had gotten a lot better and a lot bigger since then (well, it's been more than 25 years, after all, since the last time I'd been there) -- but it could also be that my experience at science fiction conventions with a sizeable SCA contingent over the intervening years allowed me to find it all a bit more familiar and comfortable, which in turn allowed me to relax and really enjoy just strolling around, arm in arm with my sister.
I even found that the nice young man who custom-made my bodice some years ago and whom I see every Spring and Fall at the Iowa conventions had a permanent shop there during July and August. So, it was almost like being at a convention (except for no con-suite and therefore no free food and drink!). Also, since nobody else in the family was garbing for the Fair (or even HAS any garb of that sort), I decided not to stand out from my group by wearing my usual bodice-ripper outfit that day (yes, I chickened out).
I'm not sure how I would have felt about having my parents see me in my "let it all hang out (almost)" convention costume, anyway. I think that would have felt too much like a "when worlds collide" situation. After all, when I was in parish ministry, the science fiction conventions were the only times I could dress even slightly provocatively or have fun at all with my cleavage (which seemed to be gathering dust most of the rest of the time!). Even now, that's still my "come-as-you-aren't" costume, and I don't think my parents OR I would be quite ready for that bit of shared information.
To be continued . . .
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And the music speaks for itself.
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And it's nice that someone in this world seems to be managing to earn his living as a medieval tailor. After, all it was always the tailors who saved the day in the fairy tales. And he does make a gorgeous bodice, which should keep your gorgeous bosom from gathering dust more often.