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I'm not dead....
May. 6th, 2008 11:52 amI had a very surreal experience this weekend that deserves its own post.
As I walked from unloading our stuff at the stage to the Castle for morning meeting, I had one vendor friend rush up to me, hug me and say, "OMG, you're not dead!" I blinked a bit and said, "Um, no....I'm feeling quite healthy, thanks." She went on to say that she'd heard I'd died. I raised an eyebrow and asked who on earth had told her that. She said, "EB!" I started to simmer because I really hate rumour, everyone knows that about me. I told her, "I think I'll go have a little chat with EB."
After morning meeting, as I walked up to the front area where the morning musician's jam takes place, this little scene was replayed. Vendors came pouring out of shops saying, "OMG, I was told you were dead!" Well, nice to know that I'm well-loved but this is getting a bit ridiculous. Apparently EB called all the vendors he knows, telling them that I had died; we all know how efficiently the tell-a-rennie rumour mill works.
So after the morning jam, I headed around the bend in the road, past the May pole on Somers' Field, past the Clock tower and Turtle Island Boots and stopped in front of EB's booth. He ducked his head around the cotton drape he has up and smiled near-sightedly at me.
I said, "Hey EB, I'm not dead!" He blinked and said, "I see that." By the way he was looking confusedly at me, I was wondering if he'd imbibed too much of some of his own herbal treatments. I said, "How on earth did you get the idea that I had died?" He said, "Well, I was talking to Di (owner of White Hart) and she told me that you'd died." Of course, he didn't call any of the other of our friends or family to check it out; Jenny could've told him immediately that it wasn't true, for instance.
What obviously happened is that he was talking to Di on the phone and she told him that my father had died and he misheard her and thought it was me, and not my father. So he started telling all his vendor friends rather than checking the veracity of it out for himself.
It was truly one of the more surreal experiences I've ever had. So weird to be walking around faire, having people scream and run over to hug me, some of them almost in tears! Nice to be loved but definitely peculiar to be thought dead!
At morning meeting, Bruce started to take me up front to say, "She's not dead!" but I wouldn't let him. I just was not in a mood to be on display and wanted that rumour to die rather than be spotlighted.
'Course, everytime I passed by EB the rest of the weekend, he hollered out, "I'm glad it's not true!" *eyeroll* Yeah, me too...
As I walked from unloading our stuff at the stage to the Castle for morning meeting, I had one vendor friend rush up to me, hug me and say, "OMG, you're not dead!" I blinked a bit and said, "Um, no....I'm feeling quite healthy, thanks." She went on to say that she'd heard I'd died. I raised an eyebrow and asked who on earth had told her that. She said, "EB!" I started to simmer because I really hate rumour, everyone knows that about me. I told her, "I think I'll go have a little chat with EB."
After morning meeting, as I walked up to the front area where the morning musician's jam takes place, this little scene was replayed. Vendors came pouring out of shops saying, "OMG, I was told you were dead!" Well, nice to know that I'm well-loved but this is getting a bit ridiculous. Apparently EB called all the vendors he knows, telling them that I had died; we all know how efficiently the tell-a-rennie rumour mill works.
So after the morning jam, I headed around the bend in the road, past the May pole on Somers' Field, past the Clock tower and Turtle Island Boots and stopped in front of EB's booth. He ducked his head around the cotton drape he has up and smiled near-sightedly at me.
I said, "Hey EB, I'm not dead!" He blinked and said, "I see that." By the way he was looking confusedly at me, I was wondering if he'd imbibed too much of some of his own herbal treatments. I said, "How on earth did you get the idea that I had died?" He said, "Well, I was talking to Di (owner of White Hart) and she told me that you'd died." Of course, he didn't call any of the other of our friends or family to check it out; Jenny could've told him immediately that it wasn't true, for instance.
What obviously happened is that he was talking to Di on the phone and she told him that my father had died and he misheard her and thought it was me, and not my father. So he started telling all his vendor friends rather than checking the veracity of it out for himself.
It was truly one of the more surreal experiences I've ever had. So weird to be walking around faire, having people scream and run over to hug me, some of them almost in tears! Nice to be loved but definitely peculiar to be thought dead!
At morning meeting, Bruce started to take me up front to say, "She's not dead!" but I wouldn't let him. I just was not in a mood to be on display and wanted that rumour to die rather than be spotlighted.
'Course, everytime I passed by EB the rest of the weekend, he hollered out, "I'm glad it's not true!" *eyeroll* Yeah, me too...
