... or at least a few of them. LJ hasn't been happy about talking to my computer lately. But I managed to get a few pics up through much toil and several incarnations, and here's a smattering.
Kakkik and I are happy to be a CV. Also, Aunt wanted a pic of us hovering around the commitment chapel.
Kakkik tries "attack of the shot," a jack-and-coke combo that is the most goshawful thing I have ever put in my mouth. I gagged right there in the middle of the Hoth Ice Bar, I swear I did. Kakkik insisted on drinking most of it anyway, claiming that she would need the liquid relaxation later. Eventually I decided it was time for Big Sister to step in and rescue her from her own lousy taste in drinks, which I did by throwing hers in the trash and giving her mine, below:
Wyn tries the "death" stick, a blend of tequila, sour mix, and some kind of juice, maybe. It was pretty good. Not unlike a margarita, maybe a little sweeter. I only drank about a quarter of it before deciding I needed to go home and rethink my life - or at least give the rest of my drink to Kakkik.
I', a little short for a stormtrooper. But I got to cozy up, briefly, to a pair of the Empire's finest, and ... there was SQUEE. :)
Kaks and Wyn were excited to participate in the 501st Legion's Droid Hunt. Kakkik was maybe a little overenthusiastic.
The best Vader photo op I saw while there. This crew had a hidden boombox playing The Imperial March and stalked down the main concourse. It was awesome/slightly chilling/completely squeeful/probably really hot in those costumes.
MORE TO COME ...