What is the Coffehouse, you ask?
The Coffeehouse is a place for amateur musicians and poets get up to strut their stuff, and usually they have a headliner - in this case, a well-known folk singer [I don't think I can post his name ...].
We volunteered to man the desserts counter, where we sold things for 50 cents [except bottled water - that was a dollar]. We would also charm the people coming up to buy stuff, which pretty much consisted of people 50 years+. So we would smile and say "Hello!" as charmingly as possible, to see if they would be pleased by three teenage girls dressed in torn jeans [Hey, at least my hair was up].
One of the things I love the most about these places is the people you meet. There was one lady who's eyebrows wouldn't stop moving. They went up, down, one up, one down, wiggling all over the place. I had to fight myself to keep focused on her eyes, and not the wiggly bits of hair above them. You should try it sometime, it's VERY difficult!
Another person, a man this time, was doing multiplication problems in the air. Just gesturing in the air, writing down things, frowning, and shaking his head.
This is starting to sound like I was in a loony bin ....
But anyway there was a very cool room in the back that looked like it was straight out of the 1700's. A big one. After intermission and after we shut down the desserts counter, we went back into this room and spent the rest of our time there ... pretending we were French people and performing Phantom of the Opera to nobody in particular. Very funny, if you're immature enough like we are. At one point I was singing "Raoul, I've been there! To his world of unending night! Raoul I - " And suddenly Mard was waving at me frantically while staring at the door, and we heard footsteps on the wood floor outside. Nobody knew we were back there.
I finshed that verse with "IIIII'm running back to my seat and pretending I'm normal!" as we sped across the [1700's] carpet to the [1700's] couch. We leaped onto it just as one of the kitchen women [Patsy, she's very cool] came in the room laughing and said "Too late!"
Of course, after she left we leaped right back up and started it all over again.
This made for some very funny videos.
The room, complete with fireplace and E-Rocka ---------->
And Mard on the couch below.
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