I-contagious
So I have learned that the true nature of cons is not one of rest and relaxation but sleep deprivation and contagion. I-con was fabulously fun for the following reasons:
~ I got to dress up in 4 different costumes throughout the weekend... nothing ripped and everything looked just as I had hoped when I was wrestling with the sewing machine at 3am the night before
~ All three LARPs I was in (Changeling, Threads of Damocles, and Strange Aeons) were awesome. I was glad to meet good larpers outside of our troupe and the ST for Threads really impressed the hell out of me. I'm probably going to try and arrange to go join their group every once in a while in Pennsy because the storyline they gave was full of good political juiciness and cybernoir stylings make me happy inside.
~ I got to stare at Matt's fine ass and legs when he wore his utilikilt on Saturday instead of seeing the bad cosplay that surrounded me. I'm seriously considering buying him another for his birthday, just so I can stare more often. Goddamn.
~ Smoked turkey leg = breakfast RAWR RAWR RAWR!!!! Made me feel like a real man, let me tell you...
~ It sounds silly, but being all smushed with friends in two hotel rooms reminded me a ton of being back in the dorms. Its strange how a person as communal as myself has gotten so used to living alone... that was a nice change.
~ Delicious steakhouse eating at the end FTFW. That was the best steak sauce I've had in a damn long time.
Now for the cons of con:
~ Not getting nearly enough sleep. Also, sharing rooms means no sex and having to wear clothing to bed, which I had completely forgotten about, much to my embarrassment. (the clothes part, not the sex part)
~ Catching nasty bronchitis and maybe a bit of pneumonia... I have the back lung *cough cough*
~ Not having any money available to buy a corset
~ The 3 LARPs and putting in my working time basically took up the whole con. There were some SCA things that I wanted to check out and missed and I was in the dealer's room for about 15 minutes total.
~ The whole weird relationship between my character and Matt's in Threads of Damocles made me really uncomfortable. The insecure, mentally imbalanced, violently jealous, self-destructive girlfriend was a little too close to home in terms of past situations and actually playing her, rationalizing things in her mind, feeling threatened like she would... it left me a bit disturbed at the end because I never really made any effort to understand things from that perspective before. I think I've learned that crippling insecurity in a relationship is a lot closer than one would think, regardless of how normal and balanced they may be; I certainly needed some reassuring affection after that game even though I knew it was just larp stuff. I don't know how method actors do it.
~ Driving in Brooklyn is strangely confusing to me.
So now I have returned to my mundane existence in New Jersey, where I do not wear pencil skirts and garters or fancy victorian velvet... often. Unfortunately, I'm so goddamn sick that I can't go to class or do very much else. I went to the doctor this afternoon and got antibiotics and that was about all of my energy allotment for the day. Luckily, the calculus exam that I thought was today turns out to be scheduled NEXT Tuesday.... unluckily, it was the professor that informed me of this after I emailed him about my absence so he's now aware that I never attend his class. >.> Awkward. I have a mandate from god, my mother, tea, and matt to freaking rest and get better and stop pushing myself so hard. I really don't think that I do in the first place; their expectations of me are too low; I'd be insulted if I didn't know that it's just an outgrowth of their smushy, caring and worrying nature. But I have to actually listen because my mind is feverish and my body is weakened and I absolutely need to reverse that by Friday so that I can attend the 3rd Annual Symposium on International Development and Globalization at Columbia. Yeah, I'm a nerd like that, but I really think that it'll help me out in planning my life post-graduation; I really want to find a path that allows me to integrate the anthropology with the economics so that I won't have to sacrifice my love (anthro) for financial stability (econ). On a negative note, because I was feverish and contagious tonight, I was unable to attend the Anthropology Club meeting and thus could not be elected for any position next year. This is crap I say. C-R-A-P. I really wanted to get some sort of position of authority in there so that I can steer the club towards being more active and equally balanced between the physical and cultural sides. Well, poo. I'm disappointed.
~ I got to dress up in 4 different costumes throughout the weekend... nothing ripped and everything looked just as I had hoped when I was wrestling with the sewing machine at 3am the night before
~ All three LARPs I was in (Changeling, Threads of Damocles, and Strange Aeons) were awesome. I was glad to meet good larpers outside of our troupe and the ST for Threads really impressed the hell out of me. I'm probably going to try and arrange to go join their group every once in a while in Pennsy because the storyline they gave was full of good political juiciness and cybernoir stylings make me happy inside.
~ I got to stare at Matt's fine ass and legs when he wore his utilikilt on Saturday instead of seeing the bad cosplay that surrounded me. I'm seriously considering buying him another for his birthday, just so I can stare more often. Goddamn.
~ Smoked turkey leg = breakfast RAWR RAWR RAWR!!!! Made me feel like a real man, let me tell you...
~ It sounds silly, but being all smushed with friends in two hotel rooms reminded me a ton of being back in the dorms. Its strange how a person as communal as myself has gotten so used to living alone... that was a nice change.
~ Delicious steakhouse eating at the end FTFW. That was the best steak sauce I've had in a damn long time.
Now for the cons of con:
~ Not getting nearly enough sleep. Also, sharing rooms means no sex and having to wear clothing to bed, which I had completely forgotten about, much to my embarrassment. (the clothes part, not the sex part)
~ Catching nasty bronchitis and maybe a bit of pneumonia... I have the back lung *cough cough*
~ Not having any money available to buy a corset
~ The 3 LARPs and putting in my working time basically took up the whole con. There were some SCA things that I wanted to check out and missed and I was in the dealer's room for about 15 minutes total.
~ The whole weird relationship between my character and Matt's in Threads of Damocles made me really uncomfortable. The insecure, mentally imbalanced, violently jealous, self-destructive girlfriend was a little too close to home in terms of past situations and actually playing her, rationalizing things in her mind, feeling threatened like she would... it left me a bit disturbed at the end because I never really made any effort to understand things from that perspective before. I think I've learned that crippling insecurity in a relationship is a lot closer than one would think, regardless of how normal and balanced they may be; I certainly needed some reassuring affection after that game even though I knew it was just larp stuff. I don't know how method actors do it.
~ Driving in Brooklyn is strangely confusing to me.
So now I have returned to my mundane existence in New Jersey, where I do not wear pencil skirts and garters or fancy victorian velvet... often. Unfortunately, I'm so goddamn sick that I can't go to class or do very much else. I went to the doctor this afternoon and got antibiotics and that was about all of my energy allotment for the day. Luckily, the calculus exam that I thought was today turns out to be scheduled NEXT Tuesday.... unluckily, it was the professor that informed me of this after I emailed him about my absence so he's now aware that I never attend his class. >.> Awkward. I have a mandate from god, my mother, tea, and matt to freaking rest and get better and stop pushing myself so hard. I really don't think that I do in the first place; their expectations of me are too low; I'd be insulted if I didn't know that it's just an outgrowth of their smushy, caring and worrying nature. But I have to actually listen because my mind is feverish and my body is weakened and I absolutely need to reverse that by Friday so that I can attend the 3rd Annual Symposium on International Development and Globalization at Columbia. Yeah, I'm a nerd like that, but I really think that it'll help me out in planning my life post-graduation; I really want to find a path that allows me to integrate the anthropology with the economics so that I won't have to sacrifice my love (anthro) for financial stability (econ). On a negative note, because I was feverish and contagious tonight, I was unable to attend the Anthropology Club meeting and thus could not be elected for any position next year. This is crap I say. C-R-A-P. I really wanted to get some sort of position of authority in there so that I can steer the club towards being more active and equally balanced between the physical and cultural sides. Well, poo. I'm disappointed.