My amusing weekend
So, Friday night at work I met some very cool people. I went into work in a great mood, since I had a very "productive" Thursday . We had a comic convention in town this weekend, on top of all the other insanity... So for the weekend I had Gary Friedrich * creator of Ghost Rider* and his very hot, leather clad young friend who dresses up as Ghost Rider for the promo stuff and pictures at Cons. I met them both early in the shift and spent most of my evening being my friendly self (read: shamelessly flirting) with Leather Pants Guy. About 7 pm Peter Mayhew ( Chewbacca... yes THE Chewie!) and his wife *coughshrewcough* came in to check in. Peter is 7ft3in tall! 2 full feet taller than me! He's uber skinny, and not the prettiest thing to look at, but seemed very nice. The best way to describe him is the love child of Howard Stern and Brad Garrett.* Howards hair, Brads face* His wife is barely 5 ft tall, suicide blonde, busted face and weights close to 300lbs. Now, the guy who organized the Con,Ray, had wrangled a room at my hotel for them for FREE. He told them beforehand that it was a nonsmoking hotel. My guess is they had selective hearing turned ON during that convo. They came in, Mr. Mayhew sat down in the lobby and the cow stands and the desk and taps her fingers on the counter while I'm checking someone else in who was there first. It seemed she expected me to drop everything for them. Nope. So while she's tapping away, she reads the sign on the desk that says " As of May 1st, 2007, all CS Hotels worldwide adopted an 100% nonsmoking policy. If you are caught in violation of this policy a $150 cleaning fee will be applied to your credit card at check out. " She promptly threw a tantrum worthy of my 2 y/o. "We're not staying here. Peter can't be hoofin' it down stairs or outside every time he wants to smoke. And I won't ! * he walks with cane and seems to rely heavily on it. * Ray looks at me like "help" and I just shrug. I read the bios, I knew they were chronic puffers... He asks me if he can just pay the 150, and let them smoke in the room. I say fine. The Cow throws another fit. "No, we will find a room elsewhere. We aren't gonna make you pay extra money.. BLAH BLAH BLAH. " I told him he was better off staying. Hotel rooms in the area this weekend ranged from 109-139 per night. He'd pay double anywhere else instead of taking the FREE room and paying the smoking deposit.But at the same time, he needs to keep these celebrities, however minor, happy. So they left. I was fucking pissed. I promised Maab a Chewie autograph.
Saturday was relatively quiet. Flirted with Leather Pants again ,came home, stayed up too late talking to friends and crashed.
Today, Russ, Squishy and I met up with Sherrie , Dana, Denise, and Ray and their kids. We had fun, and it was good to finally get everyone together, as Russ and I had already met Sherrie and I met up with both the girls a few weeks ago. We went to the Ren Faire. I wish we could have spent more time together, but as a group that big in a place that big, it's natural for everyone to be wanting to do different things all at the same time. We kinda leapfrogged each other all day. I took up a lot of mine and Russ' time* we had to leave early, I had to be at work for 3* getting fitted for a real corset. No Hot Topic special this time. and I need to say OMGUH. First, the very friendly skinny girl that took my measurements started to lace me into one, only to get it almost laced and say what every chubby girl loves to hear " I think need to go to a smaller size" SHE MADE MY FREAKING DAY! So, she laces me into the smaller size, after I assured her that breathing was optional. She laced it as tight as it could go and lead me to the mirror. WOW. I love it!!! I love the way it looks, the way it makes me feel. My Rubenesque *sp* figure was made for these! It made me feel sooo sexy, and feminine. I MUST HAVE ONE! It's just kinda expensive.... I stood there and oggled myself for a full 10 minutes before she unlaced me. And, surprisingly, it was comfortable. I didn't have any problems breathing in it, but then, I'm weird... So we wandered some more after Russ told me I couldn't have the corset GRRRR and then we left so I could go to work. I got to work and promptly discovered I was the same shade of fushia as the brocade on the corset I wore to the faire. See, it's october. My brain didn't even think to question lack of sunblock. I always put it on the runt, even though he tans nice and golden like his daddy.. but I didn't think to put it on me. So, now my arms, face, neck, top half of my back and top of my chest down to the swell of the breast that sticks over the corset are DARK RED! and I'm cold, and they itch and it's sunpoisoning and it sucks... I'm just waiting for the blisters GRRRR
And yes, Maab, I know. I'm a dumbass.
Saturday was relatively quiet. Flirted with Leather Pants again ,came home, stayed up too late talking to friends and crashed.
Today, Russ, Squishy and I met up with Sherrie , Dana, Denise, and Ray and their kids. We had fun, and it was good to finally get everyone together, as Russ and I had already met Sherrie and I met up with both the girls a few weeks ago. We went to the Ren Faire. I wish we could have spent more time together, but as a group that big in a place that big, it's natural for everyone to be wanting to do different things all at the same time. We kinda leapfrogged each other all day. I took up a lot of mine and Russ' time* we had to leave early, I had to be at work for 3* getting fitted for a real corset. No Hot Topic special this time. and I need to say OMGUH. First, the very friendly skinny girl that took my measurements started to lace me into one, only to get it almost laced and say what every chubby girl loves to hear " I think need to go to a smaller size" SHE MADE MY FREAKING DAY! So, she laces me into the smaller size, after I assured her that breathing was optional. She laced it as tight as it could go and lead me to the mirror. WOW. I love it!!! I love the way it looks, the way it makes me feel. My Rubenesque *sp* figure was made for these! It made me feel sooo sexy, and feminine. I MUST HAVE ONE! It's just kinda expensive.... I stood there and oggled myself for a full 10 minutes before she unlaced me. And, surprisingly, it was comfortable. I didn't have any problems breathing in it, but then, I'm weird... So we wandered some more after Russ told me I couldn't have the corset GRRRR and then we left so I could go to work. I got to work and promptly discovered I was the same shade of fushia as the brocade on the corset I wore to the faire. See, it's october. My brain didn't even think to question lack of sunblock. I always put it on the runt, even though he tans nice and golden like his daddy.. but I didn't think to put it on me. So, now my arms, face, neck, top half of my back and top of my chest down to the swell of the breast that sticks over the corset are DARK RED! and I'm cold, and they itch and it's sunpoisoning and it sucks... I'm just waiting for the blisters GRRRR
And yes, Maab, I know. I'm a dumbass.