Dragon*Con report, hanging with friends edition
I'm not sure what to say about this so much except that hanging with friends happened, and it was glorious. bethany_lauren
's brother is an adorable mess of curly hair and randomness. viridian
introduced me to another friend who is a total riot in the best way, and also to a trad-published writer friend, which was deeply appreciated both in the trad-published way and in the writerly way. Shenanigans happened. Lessee.
Shenanigans like hanging out in the AmSciFiMedia room with Bethany and her brother making up even cruder, lewder, and less socially acceptable fill-in answers to their cards against humanity game. Seriously, those answers were weak. Weak weak weaksauce.
Shenanigans like descending upon High Velocity every chance we got for cheese sticks with viridian
. Look, if you're going to suggest we hit up a restaurant for cheese sticks every chance we get, I am not going to turn this down. This practice is also what led us to be sitting next to the Dark Matter crew, so clearly we made good life choices.
We had a couple Pokeballs, which was apparently a High Velocity special that was a candy shell over ice cream? I think, and then you poured some kind of hot milk or sweetened hot milk over it and it melted and maybe there was a pokemon inside. And then a brownie underneath. It was really
good and very pretty and fun to pour it over the pokeball. We didn't get any pokemon, but eh.
Bethany took me into the art show and we ended up meeting with an artist she knows who might be a potential cover artist! We shall see. I need to contact him after I recover a few more brain cells.
I hauled her brother to the Walk of Fame, too, and took him around to meet Reggie Lee and Siddig and that was also
fun because both of us are fairly cultured and definitely multilingual and that entertained everybody. We had a number of meals together too, and at some point there was a truly awful
joke about me minioning for Bethany on one of her panels and then me commenting "I can't minyan, I'm only one Jew." Seriously, broke the table for at least a minute.
I got to meet the Wablet! The Wablet is terribly adorable and very well behaved for a child of his age. Sweet boy. Messy
boy but really what else does one expect from a one year old. I comment here because it was fucking funny watching him get his food everywhere. Pregnancy may terrify me but small children will always amuse me.
Um. I'm sure there will be more stories here as I think of them fondly, but mostly it was a lot of hanging out with friends and making trains of wandering from place to place amidst packs of people, eating way too much cheese in various forms and other things that are bad for me, and ... well, generally having fun. It was a damn good con.