2007-05-25 14:40
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So, instead of going to C13, I apparently went there nocturnally.
Meet & Greet, hanging out with Gavin & Maggie (and their sprog), Winter (albeit, oddly, without his beard and much slimmer), Trystan's husband; Madelyn, and several other folks.
Spent a lot of time hugging a corseted Madelyn and trying not to get her makeup on my face/forehead. Talked hockey with Gavin (oddly, it was Sabres-Coyotes in the Cup finals). G&M's sprog had won a martial arts competition and had gotten an etched bit of coral as a trophy instead of the usual gold-plastic-crap thing. Trystan's beau ranted briefly about how annoying DJ appreciation people were ("Don't say how much you liked the song! Say how cool the (list of esoteric DJ equipment) is! Of course, by the end of the evening, they're usually too drunk to say most of that... which is also annoying."
Err, yeah.
Then, in lieu of the Kegger Contingent, there was a radio morning show doing a beer keg collection for charity, giving out prizes for the team that collected the most (133,800 kegs... eeep), and the one that collected the most more than they had last year (79,600).... followed by a singularly peculiar segue into the home of a crack-smoking middle-aged woman in a clingy, off-the-shoulder green dress and her mortified 20-something daughter, and the grouchy, rude boyfriend of one or the other of them who borrowed my water bottle without asking.
Okay, so it -began- realistically, and then the wheels came off.
Meet & Greet, hanging out with Gavin & Maggie (and their sprog), Winter (albeit, oddly, without his beard and much slimmer), Trystan's husband; Madelyn, and several other folks.
Spent a lot of time hugging a corseted Madelyn and trying not to get her makeup on my face/forehead. Talked hockey with Gavin (oddly, it was Sabres-Coyotes in the Cup finals). G&M's sprog had won a martial arts competition and had gotten an etched bit of coral as a trophy instead of the usual gold-plastic-crap thing. Trystan's beau ranted briefly about how annoying DJ appreciation people were ("Don't say how much you liked the song! Say how cool the (list of esoteric DJ equipment) is! Of course, by the end of the evening, they're usually too drunk to say most of that... which is also annoying."
Err, yeah.
Then, in lieu of the Kegger Contingent, there was a radio morning show doing a beer keg collection for charity, giving out prizes for the team that collected the most (133,800 kegs... eeep), and the one that collected the most more than they had last year (79,600).... followed by a singularly peculiar segue into the home of a crack-smoking middle-aged woman in a clingy, off-the-shoulder green dress and her mortified 20-something daughter, and the grouchy, rude boyfriend of one or the other of them who borrowed my water bottle without asking.
Okay, so it -began- realistically, and then the wheels came off.
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lets just say if it were not for the kegger contingent here in Portland my night would have sucked much worse than it did. I am however looking forward to the Pirate Fashion Show this afternoon its gonna rock.
Oh and the T-shirts Perter Bought will be displayed Proudly. YAY
I never realized how much I would miss all you guys I hope there is some sort of happy medium to be found.
oh and
Take cake of that wonderful Visitor you have she is amazing is so many ways :)
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Just a question, since I've seen you around of late...
"who the heck *are* you?" i can't figure it out from looking at your lj; i fail at sneakiness. *laugh*
i'm sure some folks had fun; i went out to dinner with some friends here in Ybor (gotta make sure the place we're looking to book sunday brunch maintains their superlative rep, don'tchaknow).
i'm also looking forward to getting my Kegger Contingent shirt (probably in the mail, or maybe on the cruise).
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and the visitor is Madelyn :)
yay I am gonna get my shirt before you heee
<<<<off to find Peter have a wonderful weekend
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Coyotes in the finals? Hah! What'd you smoke before going to bed?
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