Dragoncon 2003
My, how the times fly. It's hard to beleive that my experience at that event were two years ago. It makes me a bit nostaligic to think about those times. Now, you might think that Dragoncon is a geek event. Comic fans and roleplayers and cardfloppers communing to lament thier own loserdom. But that's not at all what Dragoncon is. It has all the trappings of such an event, but there were 50,000 attendees and only about 5,000 of those actually attending the geek stuff. Rather, the rest of us spent our time at parties, drinking, and having a good time. In conclusion, Dragoncon is a three day revelry.
Well, I promised a humorous story this time, and you shall receive it!
Neal and I arrived at Dragoncon with me not exactly sure what to expect. Neal had told me some of his stories about when he had gone before, but I was still under the impression that this was a geek con. Neal leads a charmed lie, so it was very likely that he had just had excellent experiences during his time there.
After we got our badges, Neal immediately took me to the Digitribe suite. The Digitribe guys run thier own pulishing company, mostly focused on gaming stuff. The guys were all extremely cool, and while they said because I didn't bring anything I couldn't touch the liquor, I was welcome to indulge in the hunchpunch they had made for folks like myself. Nobody was to leave the Digitribe suite sober, I was told.
Downing about 10 glasses of the stuff in the coarse of an hour (which contained 100-grain everclear), I realised my fatal mistake as I found myself face down in a toilet. I was extremely drunk and starting to get a little stir crazy. After finally regaining my strength, I left to go check out the lobby.
So I went down to the lobby and paid entirely too much for a beer, then began to socialize. I talked with a really cute girl who was dressed up as that blue girl from FarScape. I was horrified beyond belief at the sight of "furries" and a aging man with grey hair, a mustache, and balding wearing a Sailor Moon costume. Then I noticed exactly what I needed to remember who truely bizzare this weekend was.
I rushed back to the Digitribe suite to find Neal, who had the camera. He was busy talking to a lovely woman named Sheryl, doing what he does best. I walk up and plead with him to follow me down to the lobby with me so I can get a picture of something. He glared at me, but Neal is a good friend so he told Sheryl he would return and left with me to the lobby.
When we arrived, it didn't take long to find what I was looking for. This girl was extremely ugly. We're talking not just ugly, but FUGLY! But she wasn't wearing anything but a purple loinclothe and body paint with her hair up in buns, trying to look like the princess from the original Star Wars. A naked, ugly girl. Again, Neal glared at me, expressed his burning hatred then took the picture.
Realizing how drunk I was, he walked me over to our hotel, handed me the room key, and told me to return to our room and get some rest before I caused anymore trouble. I of course didn't return to the room, rather last thing I remember of that night was meeting with the FarScape girl again and flirting with her some.
I still have that picture to prove how much of a dumbass I am when I am drunk.
Well, I promised a humorous story this time, and you shall receive it!
Neal and I arrived at Dragoncon with me not exactly sure what to expect. Neal had told me some of his stories about when he had gone before, but I was still under the impression that this was a geek con. Neal leads a charmed lie, so it was very likely that he had just had excellent experiences during his time there.
After we got our badges, Neal immediately took me to the Digitribe suite. The Digitribe guys run thier own pulishing company, mostly focused on gaming stuff. The guys were all extremely cool, and while they said because I didn't bring anything I couldn't touch the liquor, I was welcome to indulge in the hunchpunch they had made for folks like myself. Nobody was to leave the Digitribe suite sober, I was told.
Downing about 10 glasses of the stuff in the coarse of an hour (which contained 100-grain everclear), I realised my fatal mistake as I found myself face down in a toilet. I was extremely drunk and starting to get a little stir crazy. After finally regaining my strength, I left to go check out the lobby.
So I went down to the lobby and paid entirely too much for a beer, then began to socialize. I talked with a really cute girl who was dressed up as that blue girl from FarScape. I was horrified beyond belief at the sight of "furries" and a aging man with grey hair, a mustache, and balding wearing a Sailor Moon costume. Then I noticed exactly what I needed to remember who truely bizzare this weekend was.
I rushed back to the Digitribe suite to find Neal, who had the camera. He was busy talking to a lovely woman named Sheryl, doing what he does best. I walk up and plead with him to follow me down to the lobby with me so I can get a picture of something. He glared at me, but Neal is a good friend so he told Sheryl he would return and left with me to the lobby.
When we arrived, it didn't take long to find what I was looking for. This girl was extremely ugly. We're talking not just ugly, but FUGLY! But she wasn't wearing anything but a purple loinclothe and body paint with her hair up in buns, trying to look like the princess from the original Star Wars. A naked, ugly girl. Again, Neal glared at me, expressed his burning hatred then took the picture.
Realizing how drunk I was, he walked me over to our hotel, handed me the room key, and told me to return to our room and get some rest before I caused anymore trouble. I of course didn't return to the room, rather last thing I remember of that night was meeting with the FarScape girl again and flirting with her some.
I still have that picture to prove how much of a dumbass I am when I am drunk.