Obligatory Con Report.

[mithrigil]

Thursday, I:
Woke up much earlier than I probably should have.
Did a hundred sit-ups and hit the gym.
Received a package from a beloved Eric.
Came back to the apartment, loaded up the car with red_mage_jerry and took off for Chicago.
For once, did not lose the keys on the way out.
Took as long to get through Chicago as to it. Fucking loop. (not to mention my being 110 in the shade)
Discovered that the Chicago Residence by Marriot is one goshdarned awesome hotel.
Waited as long to pick up the badges as it took to drive to/through Chicago. (snerk)
Teamed up with mullenkamp and akatonbo for the dorkery.
Found a mergle and her crowd of unruly miscreants compatriots as well.
Accepted compliments for the Nono plushie.
Rehearsed and geeked into the night.
Went back to the Residence--did I mention it is an awesome hotel?
Managed to sleep, despite how goshdarned excited I was.

Friday, I:
Woke to an alarm at the bleeding, violated asscrack of motherfucking dawn. (as usual for cons)
Hauled ass to the con to make sure we regged for the Masq.
Regged for the Masq.
Really amused the guy who was signing us up with how professional we were being.
Discovered that critical mass for unearthing Vagrant Story fans is not one, not two, but three cosplayers. (Or it could have something to do with one of us having metal arms, one of us in aluminum flashing, and the third of us in not much at all).
Illustrated some fic. (snerk)
Hit the gym, because I am compulsive like that. Eight-minute mile! Best I've ever done!
Attended the "RPGs beyond Final Fantasy" panel in Mullenkamp costume, talked too much as usual, but at least about the right things.
Nearly passed out (sober) at the bar while Balthier and Fran were at the rave.
But.
Got back to the hotel.
Sorted through some pictures.
Slept, goddamn it.

Saturday, I:
Woke at the bleeding, violated asscrack of motherfucking dawn.
Ahem. I WAS BASCH FOR A DAY.
And it worked.
I'll leave it to Jerry to post the hijinks, and to the skit to speak for itself:

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We kind of owned.

Sunday, I:
Managed to sleep until 7:30 Chicago time.
Called Mother.
Put on a miniskirt, and Basch's underwear, necklace, and vest.
Proceeded to weird people out--"Are you that guy from yesterday's girlfriend?" "No, I'm that guy." "--WHAT?"
Chilled at Mitsuwa with the rest of the FFXII party until 2 PM.
Drove home.
Again, I'll leave it to Jerry to post the hijinks.
Got in and to sleep at maybe 1:30 AM?

Monday, I:
Woke at 6.
Went to work (and bragged).
Went to the gym (and bragged).
Finally looked at springkink and het_challenge .
Fully intend to sit around my apartment wearing nothing but bacitracin for the rest of the day.

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Pictures forthoming. Oh, are there pictures forthcoming. OH, are there PICTURES, FORTHCOMING.

Did I mention there are pictures forthcoming?

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