Thinking about costumes and movie premieres and such has led me to make this post.

Many moons ago, back in the dim, dark past of my youth, when I was 22 years old, I was dating a rather...fanatic Star Trek fan. Because we hadn't been going out long, and because I was still wearing the rose coloured glasses that comes with relationships, I agreed to go to the premiere of "Star Trek: Generations" in costume.

I borrowed a costume from a mutual friend of myself and the then bf, and discovered several things:
1. People in the Trek universe have no bladders or bowels. They do not need to go to the toilet at all while on duty.
2. Deanna Troi wore a girdle to get her belly and butt that flat.
3. I am not Deanna Troi and I do heed the call of nature.

I was NOT amused when the time came to go to the premiere. I was wearing Troi's dress uniform, which is that bloody blue one piece thing with the blue and black long over thing over the top. Mum said I looked great, but she was laughing so I am not heeding her statement. My friends were dressed equally Trekkie, one in Captain Kirk movie dress uniform and his wife in DS9 uniform. We went to pick up my bf who was wearing Riker's dress uniform.

We got to the cinema and it was packed with people in Trek costumes. The entire complex was filled with Trekkies. So we stood in a queue for one of the 3 simultaneous sessions, clamboured over numerous Trekkies, took our seats and watched the film.

Film sucked. I ain't a Trekkie.

We left the movie theatre and went downstairs to meet up with some other friends. There were numerous reporters in the foyer filming 'these stupid freaks' and several focused their camera's on myself and my bf. I took one look, screamed "AAARGH! CAMERA!" and ran away.

The next day, my phone is ringing off the hook with people laughing at me because I was on the midday news.

People for months recognised me on the street as 'that screaming Trek chick." I was mortified.

So after that all calmed down, some years later, with the memory of the horror behind me, I joined a medieval group called the Companie Of Knights Bachelor. We re-enacted 1150-1250 and were a living history group, fighting with metal weapons, etc. Very cool shit.

Part of the club's money making spiel was doing public displays with combat, lifestyle displays, etc. We did a huge display for the Red Cross one warm spring day and during the last bout of formal combat, I notice camera crews.

So again, I am on TV. Please bare in mind that my usual role in CKB was as combat marshall. That meant that I'd be running about the combat field making sure no illegal blows were used, making sure blows were pulled, etc, but this time, there was no one to do the role of head of ladies, so I got the job. So on TV there I am, curtseying to the winning knight of the tourney and handing him his prize - an orange.

The voice over was quite condescending - "The fair maid who gives her favour to the valourous champion of the day" - ergh.

Cue forward a year and you may remember a previous life lesson post about an audition we did for the variety show circuit in full armour, wielding an assortment of weapons.

So Thursday night at the CoS opening, I am sure vayhti and myself will enter into a new page of Life Lesson posts as we do the costume movie premiere thing all over again. *G*

Questions? Comments? Wanna stroke my ego? Then e-mail me.