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digitaldisciplineSo, 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.
