Yesterday was incredible.
Today, it hardly feels like it even happened. It was very loud and very hectic and very, you know, awesome. But it feels like a loud, hectic, awesome dream now. And I don't have anything to ever prove I was there except for a button Nathan Fillion's father gave me.
I can't really post about all of it without recounting every instant. I just wanted to get online and announce that I am still alive and the whole thing was a blast. I hung out while the Done The Impossible documentary guys were filming and was interviewed myself.
I knew a lot more Browncoats than I thought I would, but didn't find
peonybrandybuck until the afterparty.
I spent fifteen minutes inside the theatre talking to the fellow who played Badger, and at the party I swear, Alan was everywhere I looked. He kept popping up a few people away, and at one very-near-disastrous-time, happened to be sitting two inches from where I was standing, unbeknownst to me. This will [in all likelihood] never happen again at any party I go to for the rest of my life. [And oh my god. He is. So. Hot.]
Today Alexis and I are going to go shopping or perhaps something else. I don't think I am bothering her too much. =) Then tomorrow it's the Fan Fest, and home. I don't know who will be at the Fan Fest but I hope it is Morena, Adam, Jewel and Summer because I didn't get to talk to any of them at all.
PS: Gina wasn't there at all. Boo.
PPS: I did meet Mingo of Fanty & Mingo. At least he said he was Mingo. He said you could tell because he was the evil one.
PPPS: The indoor part of the party was decorated with huge hanging planets.