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Jun. 4th, 2011 01:18 amA quick con report before I pass out and get up in, heh, a little under six hours to do it all over again.
We got lunch! We got there! We got there early so Ali could do the volunteering thing. So I helped unload boxes and fold shirts for about two hours before I stood in line for another two hours to get badged and, yes, get tickets for photo ops for Misha, Matt Cohen, the Trickster, and Corin Nemec. I am a sad, sad, SAD person. I am also #33 for Matt and #5 for Corin. NUMBER FREAKING FIVE. I am going to give him all the glompings because damn. I don't know how many people he'll have for the day.
Um. Lesee. Then I decided I was hungry so we went to look for a restaurant and, I swear, somehow ended up finding the most expensive freaking place in the entire complex. And it's a BIG complex. Don't even ask how much I paid for a steak, two salads, and a dessert, but Ali was in a hurry. It was, however, damn good food. As well it better be. I stayed and enjoyed a leisurely dessert and completely forgot to validate parking, which is why we had a short list of restaurants to eat in the first place. So, fuck. Then I went back, got in line and made line friends for the Steve Carlson concert. Which was awesome. And my start to public embarrassment. Basically what happened was he asked what people wanted to hear for the last two songs, half the crowd shouted something I didn't recognize and have now forgotten, and about another third or so shouted Werewolves of London. For some reason. So then he asked again and this time about six song titles came up. And I shouted "Apparently, everything!" which .. .well, yeah. And he actually heard me. God knows how, and was all "I don't think I know that one" teasing me back. And thus began (and ended) the start of my self-inflicted public embarrassment.
We did stay for a little bit of the karaoke. We did not stay for more than four songs or so, because a) two ofthe first four were obviously people who had experience singing both on key and with a mic and, uh, after that I am not damn well going up on stage (I can sing on key? But not into a microphone) and one of the first four was a group of three VERY SMALL children doing Eye of the Tiger. Which was fucking adorable. And Richard Speight and Matt Cohen were adorable emceeing them. And I about died from the adorable. But then we got tired and left.
And now we are going to go to bed because we have to get up stupid early tomorrow and head in. Yaay.
(No, seriously, though, yay, because it IS a lot of fun. I picked up two CDs because, hey, support good artists, right? And it looks like it'll be a lot of fun. And I might well get to squish Corin Nemec.)
We got lunch! We got there! We got there early so Ali could do the volunteering thing. So I helped unload boxes and fold shirts for about two hours before I stood in line for another two hours to get badged and, yes, get tickets for photo ops for Misha, Matt Cohen, the Trickster, and Corin Nemec. I am a sad, sad, SAD person. I am also #33 for Matt and #5 for Corin. NUMBER FREAKING FIVE. I am going to give him all the glompings because damn. I don't know how many people he'll have for the day.
Um. Lesee. Then I decided I was hungry so we went to look for a restaurant and, I swear, somehow ended up finding the most expensive freaking place in the entire complex. And it's a BIG complex. Don't even ask how much I paid for a steak, two salads, and a dessert, but Ali was in a hurry. It was, however, damn good food. As well it better be. I stayed and enjoyed a leisurely dessert and completely forgot to validate parking, which is why we had a short list of restaurants to eat in the first place. So, fuck. Then I went back, got in line and made line friends for the Steve Carlson concert. Which was awesome. And my start to public embarrassment. Basically what happened was he asked what people wanted to hear for the last two songs, half the crowd shouted something I didn't recognize and have now forgotten, and about another third or so shouted Werewolves of London. For some reason. So then he asked again and this time about six song titles came up. And I shouted "Apparently, everything!" which .. .well, yeah. And he actually heard me. God knows how, and was all "I don't think I know that one" teasing me back. And thus began (and ended) the start of my self-inflicted public embarrassment.
We did stay for a little bit of the karaoke. We did not stay for more than four songs or so, because a) two ofthe first four were obviously people who had experience singing both on key and with a mic and, uh, after that I am not damn well going up on stage (I can sing on key? But not into a microphone) and one of the first four was a group of three VERY SMALL children doing Eye of the Tiger. Which was fucking adorable. And Richard Speight and Matt Cohen were adorable emceeing them. And I about died from the adorable. But then we got tired and left.
And now we are going to go to bed because we have to get up stupid early tomorrow and head in. Yaay.
(No, seriously, though, yay, because it IS a lot of fun. I picked up two CDs because, hey, support good artists, right? And it looks like it'll be a lot of fun. And I might well get to squish Corin Nemec.)