Cool
Hurricane Wilma has been and gone. She went way south of my house, so we just got some strong wind and a bit of rain. Now it's cold outside. Well, cold for Florida. I'm running around in long sleeves and a jacket, so yeah, cold. I'm hoping the cool weather and rain forecast for this weekend will help deter some of the Guavaween revelers. For those who don't live in Tampa, Guavaween started out as a little parade put on by some artist types and it has somehow morphed into an excuse for drunken excess. Normally, I just avoid the whole thing, but this year Necro is the same weekend. People go to Guavaween, get really toasty and come back to Necro to throw up on your shoes. Also, there's semi-nudity. Nothing wrong with nudity, I guess, but I'm an old woman now. If I wanted to see naked people, I'd look on the internet.
Speaking of Necro, Mr Snaz, Terri and I went down to the new hotel to check things out. Oh my goodness, I love the place! The hotel is beautiful, the function space is large and grouped in one place and there's a Starbuck's in the lobby. The gamers have their own really large space with windows to the outside world and direct access to a patio so they can go smoke. The ballroom is huge, and there will be a room for masquerade contestants to gather before the show. There are escalators from the first to the second floor and four fast elevators that didn't seem like death-traps (I only went to the third floor). The stairs are clearly marked, and there are some right near the con suite, so you can take the stairs between functions and con suite if the elevators are taking too long. Everywhere we went, people were asking if they could help us. That may have been because we looked disreputable, but I'd like to think that it's because the staff is just very helpful.
So, I've got Con!Fever, just like the rest of my friends. I took half a day off work Thursday (today, I guess) so that I could pick out what to wear and get snacks to bring. (And also to avoid overtime, because they know when I'm going on vacation and always give me overtime the night before, the bastards.) therentgirls are wearing pink t-shirts and pink tennis shoes. Hey! I was gonna wear a pink t-shirt and pink tennis shoes. Maybe I'll just bring them along and put them on when it's time to be an official groupie. I'm trying to decide whether to wear a hall costume or not. I'm leaning towards not because it's easier and I'm lazy, but I have cool stuff sitting in my closet that really only can be worn at Necro. Perhaps I should try some of them on and see if any still fit my currently chubby self. That would probably narrow down my options quite a bit.
Oh hey, kitten report. Sharra is now six months old and weighs almost seven pounds. The sweet, lovey, spud wrestling kitty has turned into a complete demanding diva (just as I predicted). She adores Mr Snaz and naps on a towel next to his keyboard all day. She sleeps curled up next to him at night (Until I throw her out. That's *my* spot!) She and Frank have become playmates and they wrestle and chase each other around the house. Sharra still gets into everything and we make her wear a collar with a bell on it to warn the other cats when she's coming.
Okay, I'm off to try on costumes. Con report when I get back.
Speaking of Necro, Mr Snaz, Terri and I went down to the new hotel to check things out. Oh my goodness, I love the place! The hotel is beautiful, the function space is large and grouped in one place and there's a Starbuck's in the lobby. The gamers have their own really large space with windows to the outside world and direct access to a patio so they can go smoke. The ballroom is huge, and there will be a room for masquerade contestants to gather before the show. There are escalators from the first to the second floor and four fast elevators that didn't seem like death-traps (I only went to the third floor). The stairs are clearly marked, and there are some right near the con suite, so you can take the stairs between functions and con suite if the elevators are taking too long. Everywhere we went, people were asking if they could help us. That may have been because we looked disreputable, but I'd like to think that it's because the staff is just very helpful.
So, I've got Con!Fever, just like the rest of my friends. I took half a day off work Thursday (today, I guess) so that I could pick out what to wear and get snacks to bring. (And also to avoid overtime, because they know when I'm going on vacation and always give me overtime the night before, the bastards.) therentgirls are wearing pink t-shirts and pink tennis shoes. Hey! I was gonna wear a pink t-shirt and pink tennis shoes. Maybe I'll just bring them along and put them on when it's time to be an official groupie. I'm trying to decide whether to wear a hall costume or not. I'm leaning towards not because it's easier and I'm lazy, but I have cool stuff sitting in my closet that really only can be worn at Necro. Perhaps I should try some of them on and see if any still fit my currently chubby self. That would probably narrow down my options quite a bit.
Oh hey, kitten report. Sharra is now six months old and weighs almost seven pounds. The sweet, lovey, spud wrestling kitty has turned into a complete demanding diva (just as I predicted). She adores Mr Snaz and naps on a towel next to his keyboard all day. She sleeps curled up next to him at night (Until I throw her out. That's *my* spot!) She and Frank have become playmates and they wrestle and chase each other around the house. Sharra still gets into everything and we make her wear a collar with a bell on it to warn the other cats when she's coming.
Okay, I'm off to try on costumes. Con report when I get back.