Con Hijinks....
Jinkies! I attended my second "con" yesterday, and it was a fabulous time. I did not spend five minutes in true boredom the entire day. Allow me to share some of the highlights of Con Carolinas with you, fair reader.
Arriving with my friend Alec at about 1030 am, we registered just in time to see Richard Hatch's one hour panel in the ballroom. For those who do not know, Hatch played the original Apollo in the classic Battlestar Galactica TV series, and rebel Tom Zarek in the new installment of BSG. He talked about how Jamie Bamber could kick his ass,and that Edward James Olmos was a funny guy. After the panel, I found him alone in the dealer's room, and shook his hand. He was gracious, and called me sweetie pie. He also asked how long Alec and I had been married. I thought that was amusing as hell; people always think I am married to one or the other of my male friends.
I asked Alec to keep me from spending too much money; and he did not succeed. I found a lovely black velvet dress with a gold-embroidered dragon design at a shop in the dealer's area, and could not resist. It will be perfect for Dragon Con in September, and a nice outfit for the fall and winter.
Deep breath; in the course of the rest of the day I did the following: ran into four people I knew and hoofed around the hotel people watching, belly danced with professionals for the amusement of strangers, attended a charity auction which sold sci fi and fantasy items to slavering fans, failed to keep Alec from bidding on and winning two swords, watched a costume contest, caught a goth/ electronica band called Valentine Wolfe, and even watched a Zombie Makeover work shop; the make up artists did spectacular work turning con goers into undead horrors. Matt and Abby wore elaborate steampunk costumes, and received tons of attention. Many a man stopped them to take a photograph, and probably ogle Abby as well. Her rig included a hoop skirt and a huge brunette wig.
At one point, I stumbled upon a live action battle reenactment outside; an SCA-type group of large, tough guys clanging away with war hammers, swords, and giant axes. This was no LARPing frivolity; these were real weapons wielded by men in real armor. It would have been an impressive display, except for the elitist attitude of the SCA members.
I have tons of great stories, tons of awesome memories, and somewhere, someone will have photographic evidence. I am sure of it. Alas, I do not have a camera, so I will need to beg or borrow one by the end of the summer for the Mother of all Cons in Atlanta.
"They can beg and they can plead, but they can't see the light." Madonna "Material Girl."
Arriving with my friend Alec at about 1030 am, we registered just in time to see Richard Hatch's one hour panel in the ballroom. For those who do not know, Hatch played the original Apollo in the classic Battlestar Galactica TV series, and rebel Tom Zarek in the new installment of BSG. He talked about how Jamie Bamber could kick his ass,and that Edward James Olmos was a funny guy. After the panel, I found him alone in the dealer's room, and shook his hand. He was gracious, and called me sweetie pie. He also asked how long Alec and I had been married. I thought that was amusing as hell; people always think I am married to one or the other of my male friends.
I asked Alec to keep me from spending too much money; and he did not succeed. I found a lovely black velvet dress with a gold-embroidered dragon design at a shop in the dealer's area, and could not resist. It will be perfect for Dragon Con in September, and a nice outfit for the fall and winter.
Deep breath; in the course of the rest of the day I did the following: ran into four people I knew and hoofed around the hotel people watching, belly danced with professionals for the amusement of strangers, attended a charity auction which sold sci fi and fantasy items to slavering fans, failed to keep Alec from bidding on and winning two swords, watched a costume contest, caught a goth/ electronica band called Valentine Wolfe, and even watched a Zombie Makeover work shop; the make up artists did spectacular work turning con goers into undead horrors. Matt and Abby wore elaborate steampunk costumes, and received tons of attention. Many a man stopped them to take a photograph, and probably ogle Abby as well. Her rig included a hoop skirt and a huge brunette wig.
At one point, I stumbled upon a live action battle reenactment outside; an SCA-type group of large, tough guys clanging away with war hammers, swords, and giant axes. This was no LARPing frivolity; these were real weapons wielded by men in real armor. It would have been an impressive display, except for the elitist attitude of the SCA members.
I have tons of great stories, tons of awesome memories, and somewhere, someone will have photographic evidence. I am sure of it. Alas, I do not have a camera, so I will need to beg or borrow one by the end of the summer for the Mother of all Cons in Atlanta.
"They can beg and they can plead, but they can't see the light." Madonna "Material Girl."