The Hangover (FCN Edition)
I got back to Maryland late on Monday and have been having problems readjusting to the grind of daily life. But, work is slow today and I actually achieved something that resembled sleep last night, so I think I can make a good post about.
This was my first FCN, and I must say it was a fun con, albeit it a smaller one. But hey, I like the smaller cons, it gives you time to spend more time with people instead of the hectic run-by wavings that larger cons provide. I must say, I really can't talk about the con too much. I was either so busy, drunk, or hungover that I only attended one panel and one show. Although, I did have one of the most epic hangovers of my life, so it does provide a good story and sets the tone for the con (for me at least).
EDITED - Apparently, LJ decided to delete half the story... it made no sense.
-The Hangover-
I got to the Sheraton on Thursday at about 7:15 PM... and sat at the bar at about 7:20 PM. My roommates weren't there yet except the one person in the room who I didn't know, so drinking and people watching were at the top of the list. The first person I was skroy rolling through the lobby. I popped over and said hi, checked out his new suit, and went back to drinking. Shortly after this, the group collectively known as "Ze Germans" showed up. Of course, hugs and reunions followed, and then I went back to drinking. This continued pretty much through the night until around midnight-ish. bigbluefox had his set, which was pretty much dead. I sat around for a bit listening to the music and chatting up with giza -in-disguise. Once the set ended, we headed back to the bar. Now, at this point, I'm not really drunk. Last call has an amazing way of changing that. I had a couple of beers, a jagerbomb, and then someone bought me an irish carbomb. Apparently, this was the magical combination to turn a happy, buzzed fox into a hammered, blackout fox. I think someone gave me some whiskey... and I might of had a conversation... and then I don't know.
Fast forward... I wake up in a cold, dark room. It takes me a while to figure out that I'm in the bathroom. I didn't see, smell, or taste any vomit, but I know I'm really drunk. I think it's about 3 AM so I figure I can crawl into bed and sleep into I'm sober when I open the door and AAAAAAHHHHH, sunlight. It's 10 AM... I had spelt the night in the bathroom, and my boots were missing. It was around this time that giza and tilt_longtail wake up and decide to go to the buffet and I join them. Fair warning, I'm still hammered at this point, and never, ever, ever eat instant-style buffet eat when you're drunk or hungover. I know this, and yet, they looked so go. After the buffet, I'm still feeling sick and drunk. I notice that BBF, loewi , and jaryic are having a buffet and I start telling them about everything that has happened above. They found the phrase, "I'm hung the fuck over." partically amusing. I think this is the point where I found that I had a sore spot on my forehead and that I must have smacked my head on something... hard.
I go up to the room and decided that a shower would help. But, standing would be difficult, so I turned it into a bath. I soaked for a little while, and when I was done, I still wasn't feeling much better and got dressed and went back downstairs. Now, I got to the room around noon. All of a sudden, it was after 3. I was in the bathtub for three bloody hours, and I'm still hungover. Well, I sat in the lobby for a little while chatting and figured I'd sleep it off. I eventually was functional again around 6-7 PM. Yup, Friday was wasted.
But, seriously, this pretty much sums up the con for me. I wish it was the only time I got hammered, but when we were checking out, I was so hungover again that the drive to my parent's was a killer.
I must stay, my favorite and most memorible parts of the con were.
Conye Skroy running through the Taco Bell drive-thru at 3 in the morning.
Watching Vin (skippyfox ) playing Doom... as Vin.
Ragging on BBF about something that I won't repeat here. (You know what I mean. :P)
Discovering that I LOVE Long Island Iced Tea (Thanks Coppertom )
Getting lai'd three times in one night. BY TWINS!!!
And, of course, the most memoriable event that I shouldn't ruin but will...
Watching Griefer getting dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood. I don't remember the exact conversation, but it was something like this...
LRRH: Alright, I'm gonna go downstairs and find grandma.
Me: Who's Grandma?
*blam* The door gets kicked in and there stands Snirf... in a nightgown and cap. I damn near fell off the bed laughing.
*Links in comments below*
DISCLAIMER: I did meet a lot of awesome new people at the convention. Although, I NEVER remember anyone's name the first time I meet them. I hate that my memory sucks for names, but it's true. So, to all those awesome people I was chillin' with throughout the con. You guys rock.
This was my first FCN, and I must say it was a fun con, albeit it a smaller one. But hey, I like the smaller cons, it gives you time to spend more time with people instead of the hectic run-by wavings that larger cons provide. I must say, I really can't talk about the con too much. I was either so busy, drunk, or hungover that I only attended one panel and one show. Although, I did have one of the most epic hangovers of my life, so it does provide a good story and sets the tone for the con (for me at least).
EDITED - Apparently, LJ decided to delete half the story... it made no sense.
-The Hangover-
I got to the Sheraton on Thursday at about 7:15 PM... and sat at the bar at about 7:20 PM. My roommates weren't there yet except the one person in the room who I didn't know, so drinking and people watching were at the top of the list. The first person I was skroy rolling through the lobby. I popped over and said hi, checked out his new suit, and went back to drinking. Shortly after this, the group collectively known as "Ze Germans" showed up. Of course, hugs and reunions followed, and then I went back to drinking. This continued pretty much through the night until around midnight-ish. bigbluefox had his set, which was pretty much dead. I sat around for a bit listening to the music and chatting up with giza -in-disguise. Once the set ended, we headed back to the bar. Now, at this point, I'm not really drunk. Last call has an amazing way of changing that. I had a couple of beers, a jagerbomb, and then someone bought me an irish carbomb. Apparently, this was the magical combination to turn a happy, buzzed fox into a hammered, blackout fox. I think someone gave me some whiskey... and I might of had a conversation... and then I don't know.
Fast forward... I wake up in a cold, dark room. It takes me a while to figure out that I'm in the bathroom. I didn't see, smell, or taste any vomit, but I know I'm really drunk. I think it's about 3 AM so I figure I can crawl into bed and sleep into I'm sober when I open the door and AAAAAAHHHHH, sunlight. It's 10 AM... I had spelt the night in the bathroom, and my boots were missing. It was around this time that giza and tilt_longtail wake up and decide to go to the buffet and I join them. Fair warning, I'm still hammered at this point, and never, ever, ever eat instant-style buffet eat when you're drunk or hungover. I know this, and yet, they looked so go. After the buffet, I'm still feeling sick and drunk. I notice that BBF, loewi , and jaryic are having a buffet and I start telling them about everything that has happened above. They found the phrase, "I'm hung the fuck over." partically amusing. I think this is the point where I found that I had a sore spot on my forehead and that I must have smacked my head on something... hard.
I go up to the room and decided that a shower would help. But, standing would be difficult, so I turned it into a bath. I soaked for a little while, and when I was done, I still wasn't feeling much better and got dressed and went back downstairs. Now, I got to the room around noon. All of a sudden, it was after 3. I was in the bathtub for three bloody hours, and I'm still hungover. Well, I sat in the lobby for a little while chatting and figured I'd sleep it off. I eventually was functional again around 6-7 PM. Yup, Friday was wasted.
But, seriously, this pretty much sums up the con for me. I wish it was the only time I got hammered, but when we were checking out, I was so hungover again that the drive to my parent's was a killer.
I must stay, my favorite and most memorible parts of the con were.
Conye Skroy running through the Taco Bell drive-thru at 3 in the morning.
Watching Vin (skippyfox ) playing Doom... as Vin.
Ragging on BBF about something that I won't repeat here. (You know what I mean. :P)
Discovering that I LOVE Long Island Iced Tea (Thanks Coppertom )
Getting lai'd three times in one night. BY TWINS!!!
And, of course, the most memoriable event that I shouldn't ruin but will...
Watching Griefer getting dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood. I don't remember the exact conversation, but it was something like this...
LRRH: Alright, I'm gonna go downstairs and find grandma.
Me: Who's Grandma?
*blam* The door gets kicked in and there stands Snirf... in a nightgown and cap. I damn near fell off the bed laughing.
*Links in comments below*
DISCLAIMER: I did meet a lot of awesome new people at the convention. Although, I NEVER remember anyone's name the first time I meet them. I hate that my memory sucks for names, but it's true. So, to all those awesome people I was chillin' with throughout the con. You guys rock.