“We had a kettle; we let it leak: Our not repairing made it worse. We haven’t had any tea for a week… The bottom is out of the Universe.”

 - Rudyard Kipling

If you’ve heard the rumour that we’re shameless about stealing great ideas from ourselves, it’s totally true.   Gods know it’s rare enough for Jeff Mach to have even a good idea…

[Admin Note:  The author of the above words has been severely reprimanded and beaten with a broken teakettle.  Please pay him no mind.]

..at any rate, two years back, we held “The Mad Tea Party”, and amidst much madness, there was, shockingly… tea.

And we found that the vastly assorted, vastly sordid, vastly unsorted strange and unusual folks who call Wicked Faire home… pretty much all ruddy well love to sit around a table with friends and strangers and drink tea and chat.  We had tea-goers during epic musical performances, bondage demonstrations, circus acts, dancers, hypnotists, Rocky Horror showings… apparently, while Wickedgoers love lots of things, and while many of them don’t even like tea, there’s a whole lot o’ people who love a tea party, even an impromptu tea party with random people.  …especially an impromptu tea party with random people, in fact.

So we decided to steal the idea for the years to come.  You’re welcome.

This year, amidst all the awesomeness we’re generating, we may have a somewhat smaller space for tea.   But we invite you all to stop by at some point during Wicked and relax (or be wild and mad, if you’d rather) at Teatime For The Wicked!

“I’m sorry. This is supposed to be Hamlet or Private Lives or something and I keep rattling on like a maniac- I really do apologize. I just don’t recall attending a single rehearsal. I don’t know what I was doing. And also you came here to see Edwin Booth and you get me. I really am very embarrassed. Sorry.”

      -Christopher Durang, “The Actor’s Nightmare”

What’s that?  Yes!  It’s the return of the cast of our merry show, The Wicked Players!   Every Renaissance Faire needs Renaissance Faire performers, and the Wicked Faire is nothing if not a Renaissance Faire.  Okay, that’s not true.  It’s everything, including a Renaissance Faire – well, bits of a Renaissance Faire.  The disreputable bits of a Renaissance Faire which have crept away from the family-friendly image of other events and quietly made their way into Wicked via a side door, or possibly through hopping a fence and jumping in a window.  But we digress.

Come see our merry players act!  Sing!  Interact!  Forget their lines!  Pretend to forget their lines and then do acrobatics!  Forget they can’t do acrobatics and wind up suspended from the balcony upside-down!  They’re weird, fun, brilliant, improvisational, unpredictable, and somewhat more experimental than is probably good for them.  In short, they are this event, in a microcosm.

They took a short break last Faire, but are now back, with merry songs, rhymes, fistfights, and all the other things you’d find at any other event, if that other event were terribly, terribly weird and had a tendency to go slightly mad during full moons…