Debriefing...
If you were to recount to a stranger a weekend in a hotel, where there was collective of about 350 people wearing strange costumes watching cartoons, getting drunk and spending money on comics, models and bits of crap, and then get home and spend the evening trying to recover from being absolutely bloody knackered, they'd probably give you funny look, or at least nod and smile whilst at the back of their head try to decide if they know the number for getting people sectioned.
Well, probably like you guys trying to make sense of a huge run on sentence after a slew of stupid picture updates, I was knackered after that weekend. But that was bleeding awesome fun.
The first night saw me dubbed veteran taking a pair of con virgins ( misskittykiller 'n' mixnmojo ) straight to the fucking bar for a bit of the old dutch courage. And we stayed there all con.
The first night saw a bit of a shindig with party games and some twister action. Also a giant cock-up with some beer purchases, but out of goodwill I left it in the hotel room for the cleaners, who probably binned the crap.
The next morning (and you can't get much more morning than when we got up) saw Dean and I tarted up for some saturday action. I swallowed what little pride I had and got into a Kingdom Hearts costume, which introduced me to the new experience of having cute girls squealing "Xigbaaaar! EEE!" at me, which instilled a strange mixture of fear and ego-boost in me which made me buy some more comics. Dean confused many with his outfit, but the addition of an eyepatch revealed him to actually be Ziggy Startdust!
The reason for such an early start on the saturday, that is queuing for the dealers room for two hours, was because I wanted to get the good stuff before the battle of Thermopohampton left the dealers room in tatters. It worked because I got my new favourite thing: the model itself is in focus.
We decided that about 23:00, or 11 o'clock in the evening in proper English, would be a sensible time to go back to our rooms to sleep. So we kept drinking until three in the morning. Obviously to get a good night's sleep to book out, pack up and drive home the next day you need a good four hours solid drinking and no sleep. HOORAY!
Met some really cool people, had a good time and laughed at weird inside jokes and AMV's, drank our body weight in expensive booze and watched some cool cartoons. There was a funny incident with gay manga porn (google "yaoi" if you must), but I'll leave that to be recounted by the responsible party ;)
I'd also like to shout out to darkfairy69 who was only able to attend briefly, and miss-skitten whose kitty was ill and needed her attention and unfortunately meant she couldn't attend :(
So; knackered, broke and broken I limped home to wallow in all the crap I bought. I had a great time, and I hope everyone else who went did too ^^
As for the rest of you, I may update with something at least a little bit literary for a change.
Well, probably like you guys trying to make sense of a huge run on sentence after a slew of stupid picture updates, I was knackered after that weekend. But that was bleeding awesome fun.
The first night saw me dubbed veteran taking a pair of con virgins ( misskittykiller 'n' mixnmojo ) straight to the fucking bar for a bit of the old dutch courage. And we stayed there all con.
The first night saw a bit of a shindig with party games and some twister action. Also a giant cock-up with some beer purchases, but out of goodwill I left it in the hotel room for the cleaners, who probably binned the crap.
The next morning (and you can't get much more morning than when we got up) saw Dean and I tarted up for some saturday action. I swallowed what little pride I had and got into a Kingdom Hearts costume, which introduced me to the new experience of having cute girls squealing "Xigbaaaar! EEE!" at me, which instilled a strange mixture of fear and ego-boost in me which made me buy some more comics. Dean confused many with his outfit, but the addition of an eyepatch revealed him to actually be Ziggy Startdust!
The reason for such an early start on the saturday, that is queuing for the dealers room for two hours, was because I wanted to get the good stuff before the battle of Thermopohampton left the dealers room in tatters. It worked because I got my new favourite thing: the model itself is in focus.
We decided that about 23:00, or 11 o'clock in the evening in proper English, would be a sensible time to go back to our rooms to sleep. So we kept drinking until three in the morning. Obviously to get a good night's sleep to book out, pack up and drive home the next day you need a good four hours solid drinking and no sleep. HOORAY!
Met some really cool people, had a good time and laughed at weird inside jokes and AMV's, drank our body weight in expensive booze and watched some cool cartoons. There was a funny incident with gay manga porn (google "yaoi" if you must), but I'll leave that to be recounted by the responsible party ;)
I'd also like to shout out to darkfairy69 who was only able to attend briefly, and miss-skitten whose kitty was ill and needed her attention and unfortunately meant she couldn't attend :(
So; knackered, broke and broken I limped home to wallow in all the crap I bought. I had a great time, and I hope everyone else who went did too ^^
As for the rest of you, I may update with something at least a little bit literary for a change.