Sent this email to some of my friends who were involved with Blitzkrieg 3D:
How'd it go after we left? Betsy and I went to Genna's after the show, and no one else showed up! :(
We assumed that everyone else hit the roads, said "oh, screw this," and went home.
Either tonight of tomorrow I'll be posting my BK3 (week one) recap on my weblog(www.geocities.com/mr6), so look forward to that.
With any luck, my weblog will be getting the serious assplay it so richly deserves.
Great job, everybody!
You are essentially correct. I left about 11:30, by which time I was almost the only one there (in a show of utter, callous laziness, I left Jake and Gretchen to clean up) and drove right home.
And we only went through three of the five mega-bottles of champagne. Hey, just because it was really awful (and it cost a whole $6.29 a bottle!) doesn't mean you don't have to drink it!
I had a lot of fun this weekend with all of you, and you are all very talented people. It was great to meet Lisa and Alex, and always nice to see everyone else.
I'm still so sleep-deprived that I seem to only be able to write nice things. Shit.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say, 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
-- William Shakespeare, "Henry V"
Act IV, Scene 3, lines 45-72
Okay, with the obligatory Henry V speech out of the way, I want to thank you all for participating as writers, directors, and crew in the first weekend of "Blitzkrieg 3-D!"
To the veteran campaigners (like Doug & Deanna, Kate & Dave, Rob, Matt, Betty, Meredith, etc.) - well done! You have managed to top your previous work every single time you've done this, no easy task.
To the new faces (Kitty, Alex, Ray, Lisa, John & Raun, etc.) - welcome to this bizarre mind-control cult we like to call the "Blitzkrieg family"! We hope you enjoyed the experience - or at the very least, that you'll enjoy looking back on it years from now - and that we helped make you feel welcome.
And to our indispensible technical crew (Jeanne, Ernie, John & Marcy, Jake & Gretchen, Ron, Mark, and both Aarons) - thank you for keeping the show up, running and, well, ALMOST organized for the whole 24 hours, especially by doing all that technical stuff that I don't have a clue about.
It's not over yet - I won't feel ready to allow myself to completely gush until next weekend is behind us - but I wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I may have suggested this idea, but you guys ran with it and made it into reality. And what's more, we keep getting better and better at it, and each new edition has had a better ratio of panic to joy.
Thank you, thank you, thank you all. I want to keep doing Blitzkriegs, and any other project I can, with you lovable mugs.
posted by Rob on 10:59 AM |