Chattacon 2010
Flying, driving, partying, partying, partying, cleaning, eating, driving, flying. That was my Chattacon weekend, and I think POC did quite well!
Not keen to take so much time off so soon into the new job here in D.C., I rushed down after work Friday, making it into my first room party just before 1AM. This was perhaps the beginning of my downfall, as it meant everyone else was already significantly ahead of me in Debauchery Points, and I'm nothing if not competitive!
Time waits for no fan, sadly, and despite the extended hours I spent catching up my score the POC promo table still had to be opened Saturday morning at Holy-God-I-Just-Bedded-Down-An-Hour-Ago O'Clock. Realizing I would have to man it myself due to the severe absence of anyone more gullible left me filled me with no love, no sparkles, and coffee. Further, about halfway through my shift there I surmised that my hopes for an afternoon nap would be crushed like a High Life can at a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert. We hadn't even started building a church out of our hotel room yet!
Surprisingly, we actually opened our Vicars & Tarts party on-time--like really on-time, not just on-time for con time. I don’t know that we’ve ever done that before. We suspect it’s because Jesus was on our side.
And we built a confessional out of a bed. Seriously! If you look at the top-right in the pic below, you can see one of the box springs exposed. The entrance in the front is made from the wooden bedframe. It's freaking brilliant, and the POC party team has totally dinged a new level.
Sean had the bar covered, so I started out the night working the door. As much as I hate having to do that, I hate closed-door parties even more, so somebody's gotta check for IDs and con badges with anyone we don't know. I mean, we're absolutely delighted to have you join us, and we look forward to getting to know you, but we like Chattacon's organizers way too much to risk getting anyone in the news for serving to kids. I saw a few other parties over the weekend just leaving their doors open, and that made a few people mad with our guards. But we've been doing it this way at Chattacon for years, and I can't help what others do. I also can't help but think you're kind of a moron if you go out to hit room parties without your ID, and I think that not checking for it is a pretty crappy thing for a host to do to the con! But I digress....
I wasn't on the door very long before Greg and Kennan offered to take over. So we had people working the bar, we had people working the door, and we even had people working the confessional....I decided to work the room. That was hella fun! I actually had people forming circles around me and cheering while I busted out my mad disco moves. At one point I even found myself giving Cleopatra a lapdance, which was apparently the Talk of the Hall. She really did have a nice asp!
The cool thing about being the Pope is most definitely the flowing robe. You can have zero actual dance skills and just do a bunch of weird, erratic stuff under there--no one can tell! As long as you make the face, people totally think you're John Travolta--except for the Scientology thing, of course...cause you're the Pope.
The party was consistently packed, we ran until sunrise, and I spent the vast majority of the night dancing rather than working--yet another indication that the team is going epic! Then we cleaned up and checked out in enough time to honor our years-old tradition of going mexican after the con. And I still made my flight outta Nashville with plenty of time to spare. Win!
As usual for our calendar, our next big parties will be at Frolicon and our very own Play On Con. See you there!
Not keen to take so much time off so soon into the new job here in D.C., I rushed down after work Friday, making it into my first room party just before 1AM. This was perhaps the beginning of my downfall, as it meant everyone else was already significantly ahead of me in Debauchery Points, and I'm nothing if not competitive!
Time waits for no fan, sadly, and despite the extended hours I spent catching up my score the POC promo table still had to be opened Saturday morning at Holy-God-I-Just-Bedded-Down-An-Hour-Ago O'Clock. Realizing I would have to man it myself due to the severe absence of anyone more gullible left me filled me with no love, no sparkles, and coffee. Further, about halfway through my shift there I surmised that my hopes for an afternoon nap would be crushed like a High Life can at a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert. We hadn't even started building a church out of our hotel room yet!
Surprisingly, we actually opened our Vicars & Tarts party on-time--like really on-time, not just on-time for con time. I don’t know that we’ve ever done that before. We suspect it’s because Jesus was on our side.
And we built a confessional out of a bed. Seriously! If you look at the top-right in the pic below, you can see one of the box springs exposed. The entrance in the front is made from the wooden bedframe. It's freaking brilliant, and the POC party team has totally dinged a new level.
Sean had the bar covered, so I started out the night working the door. As much as I hate having to do that, I hate closed-door parties even more, so somebody's gotta check for IDs and con badges with anyone we don't know. I mean, we're absolutely delighted to have you join us, and we look forward to getting to know you, but we like Chattacon's organizers way too much to risk getting anyone in the news for serving to kids. I saw a few other parties over the weekend just leaving their doors open, and that made a few people mad with our guards. But we've been doing it this way at Chattacon for years, and I can't help what others do. I also can't help but think you're kind of a moron if you go out to hit room parties without your ID, and I think that not checking for it is a pretty crappy thing for a host to do to the con! But I digress....
I wasn't on the door very long before Greg and Kennan offered to take over. So we had people working the bar, we had people working the door, and we even had people working the confessional....I decided to work the room. That was hella fun! I actually had people forming circles around me and cheering while I busted out my mad disco moves. At one point I even found myself giving Cleopatra a lapdance, which was apparently the Talk of the Hall. She really did have a nice asp!
The cool thing about being the Pope is most definitely the flowing robe. You can have zero actual dance skills and just do a bunch of weird, erratic stuff under there--no one can tell! As long as you make the face, people totally think you're John Travolta--except for the Scientology thing, of course...cause you're the Pope.
The party was consistently packed, we ran until sunrise, and I spent the vast majority of the night dancing rather than working--yet another indication that the team is going epic! Then we cleaned up and checked out in enough time to honor our years-old tradition of going mexican after the con. And I still made my flight outta Nashville with plenty of time to spare. Win!
As usual for our calendar, our next big parties will be at Frolicon and our very own Play On Con. See you there!