Friday I picked up some comics to get signed and headed over to the con. (On the phone with
Then I hit registration and got my badge and got to see
We checked out Voltaire (funny!) and wrestling while waiting for the dance to start. All I can really say is that it was... disturbing. The music was not-that-great techno and then these guys ran out and started breakdancing. Okay, I'm with ya. Then they started strip-breakdancing and humping chairs and we were all like "ummmmm.... yeah. I'm going to go stand over here."
Saturday morning we checked out the parade (though not before I went into a foul-mouthed diatribe about why I wasn't going to buy a frou-frou coffee drink that nearly made
Then the phone rang. It was
Then we wandered the Hyatt lobby and a very talented artist named Tim Flanagan (does anyone know his LJ name?) drew me as an anime chick and I didn't know which was cooler: that she actually looked like me or that she was really cute. I need to scan her in and post her. I was being kinda drunk and political and squealy and I gave him a big hug and probably scared him half to death. And another girl and I did Rock-Paper-Scissors to see who got drawn first and had the same thing like three times. And I saw my old coworker Amy who said she hadn't told me about her LJ while I was a student employee because she was afraid all the slash would offend me. And I was like "I was getting in trouble for swearing at work every week and you thought I'd be offended over a little slash?!" Then Howie and Edie invited us to a room party which lasted till about three in the morning or so when the bar ran out. After that
To be continued, with the tale of how I stalked Judd Winick!!