News from Insanity Central
Sep. 7th, 2004 05:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teagueIt's been a bittersweet weekend. There is not alot quite like the sensation of evacuating from your home, literally evacuating, to go do something you normally find pleasurable, and exciting. It's rough to basicly flee to a vacation. Sounds odd, doesn't it? I had to leave Brian, and while I was having a good time, the whole time I was thinking, "This would be better if he was here. I miss him." Sometimes there was even guilt over the fact that I was having fun, and knew he wasn't. He was in the storm. Well, knowing Brian, maybe he was having alittle fun. He likes exciting events. My mind almost never left him, and our cats, and the crabs. I was stationed in basicly the ajacent room of the party room. There was a suite. There were fun, lovely, facinating people most of the time in the main room, and I did not have a huge desire to mingle alot. The fact that this is not unusual not withstanding, I just wished Brian was around to meet them too. Next year, for certain.
So, I'll start with the bad news, then talk of the Con. That'll make it so the reader ends on a sweeter note. I prefer that.
The house is trashed. Basicly some shingles blew off, and now there is about an inch of water in the bathroom, and kitchen. There is water in the light fixture. There is no power. The windows are boarded up. Sam is not planning to be back for afew days. I told Sam we're keeping the rent this month. I told Brian to go find a place to call shelter that is his, and that hopefully has power. There is no telling when all this will be fixed, but I pray that perishable things, like clothing, and books manage on their own. Cats, crabs, and computers will hopefully go with Brian to a happy place. I want to go home. I worry for my husband, animals, and job. I keep having to remind myself to have faith that things will be ok, or my stomache would knot up, and eat it's self.
That all being said, I'm glad that Dragon was where I landed. At least I was distracted from my worry. It's pretty much as expected. Alot of people in strange outfits doing strange things. I still love it. Here is the basic rundown.
Day one:
The drive was long, but the kinder I was trapped in the car with was much better behaved than an infant who has never been in the car over two hours could be expected. Arrived at Vernard's. Met his cat. We sat up and talked for awhile, then went to sleep. He gave me his bed.
Vernard is a good man. He is taking good care of me. He gave me money, and has been feeding me.
Day Two: Vernard took me to get a phone charger, eat, and pick up supplies for the party. I finally got to eat some chinese. We come to the hotel, and lo and behold, it looked like Bitchtits came out. He took one look at me and walked back inside. Good. We went up to the room where I meet Jeff, and others. The room is a suite. Nice. I also meet Melodee, Vernard's girlfriend. She's super cute, sweet, and sleep deprived. She is also the Mistress of fried chicken, and Goddess of Pleasure and Pain. She makes it with pecans. It's the best fried chicken I have ever had. My pillow is taken for plunder and used as a weapon repeatedly until I rescue it and put it in a closet.
People are showing up for the party. Vernard knows *everyone*. We went out to make a round, and V was stopping roughly every five minutes.
The party was awsome. This is a social group. Everyone is friends with someone, and willing to make more. I even enjoyed it for roughly 2 or three hours. After that, I wanted to hide. Skitty kitty! There is a cute guy in a regimental kilt. He was showing on request. People were petting each other. I missed my husband. I got to finally meet Sabrina Pandora. She's an amazing hoot. I swear, instead of being a drag queen MC, singer, or dancer..She could be a drag queen comediane. Like Eddie Izzard.
After the party, the kilt guy came back, and had a date. I was trying to sleep on my leetle cot. It was cold as fuck. The AC had been turned all the way down. I didn't want to move. Kilt boy takes his date into the dressing room with the vents in the door, and proceeds to make noises like, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, God, you're so good!" You go kiltstud! Amusing and annoying. I manage to go to sleep.
Day Three:
Most of the day passes as a blur. Missing Brian alot. I catch the sites, avoid people I dislike, and mostly follow Vernard around. I got to breeze through the dealers room, and exibit hall. I make plans to buy things. I'm being frugal. There are some beautiful people around. I think that's what keeps me coming to Dragon. There are some gorgious geeks out there. Beautiful women in skanty clothing, and handsome men dressed like romance heros, and space warriors. There are also quite afew "Why?" people. I notice this gorgious red haired male vampire dressed in an elaborate, high collared cape that resembles bat wings. I continue to meet Vernard's friends. It becomes officially clear. Everyone is Vernard's friend. Makes getting from point A to point B difficult. I get to talk to publishers. I also talk to Lloyd Kaufman of Troma Films fame. He asks me if he'll make it to Florida for a book signing. I am bemused. I run into Paul and Hellen. Morgie is with them. She has fairy wings. Life is good. She's really enjoying herself, and so is Paul and Hellen. They are invited to the party.
V and I go out for booze for the party. It's good to get out of the crowd. Especially in anticipation. Hellen calls, having lost her badge. We tell her to go up to the room and sit tight. When we get there, she's found Paul. It's all good. Finally the hour arrives. I have dressed as a Mad Scientist. I have a new shirt that says, "Power corrupts. Knowledge is power. Study hard. Be evil." ooh yeah. The party favor is all these blinking LED lights, and light sticks, and body paint. I put some on and go out to venture. People notice me. I run into Paul, Hellen and Morgie and walk them up. Morgan is all about those LED lights. We do her up right, with LEDs in her hair, and on her cloths, and her fairy wings. Then she wants to do a tour. I offer to take her since I am feeling less partyish, and Hellen is tired. She demands to go to the very top of the hotel in the glass elevator. Her Mommy won't go there. She gets alot of attention, and enjoys pretending that she's my experiment. She invites people back to the party. I see alot of cute guys dressed as Spike from Buffy, and I tell Morgie that they are grown up Malfoy's. She sqees, but won't go hug any of them like I was trying to convince her. She gets her fill, and I take her back. She wants to ride to the top floor again, with her forehead against the glass elevator wall. She says, "wheee!" A man riding with us comments, "That should be "AAAAGH!" I tell him Morgan will be our little base jumper.
The party is insane. Not out of control, but definately schitzo. Soon Paul, and Hellen have to go, and I walk them out. I get back and Vernard, and the others involved are now playing doorhosts, controlling who gets in, and when. I can get in when ever I like. I'm *special* :). The party is by all accounts a screaming success. They had a professional bartender. Everyone likes the lights. There is music, and dancing, and a quieter room for conversation. I still end up gathering my book, and going downstairs to a quiet spot for a couple of hours. When I return there is soon a bed, and I get in it. Ironicly a guy named Brian is laid down with me, since Vernard and Mel have to deal with some things. It's no biggie. I'd met him earlier, and he's a perfect gentleman. Also another couple, Parrish, and another Shannon, are in the same room.
Day Four:
Much quieter day. We get up, have coffee, and go down for brunch. I go shopping. I buy gifties for Brian, and some tea to share with Amie. I get alittle something for myself. I keep looking at the Vampire books that are new out by White Wolf. I make myself not spend 60 dollars on them. It's hard. I like the new system alot. I also groan to buy Brian a Utilikilt. They are totally cool. I'm talked out of it because he's not present to be fitted. Maybe next year. I think I would enjoy him in a kilt. It's a non party day, so I spend time just fucking around, and reading Jeff, another suite mate's, copies of the new Vampire stuff. Head is on fire. Want to play. Vernard has too many friends. I basicly hole up in the other bedroom. Outside, in the other room, I can hear laughter, and enjoyment. I'm happy for that, but I am officially peopled out. I end up in a hot bath. mmm.
Now, day fucking five, I am at Vernards. We checked out with little drama, had some food, unloaded, and came home to unload some more. There are far fewer people. There is iced tea. Life is ok. It would be *good* if Brian was here, and there wasn't an inch of water in my floor. I will be going to my Mom's, possibly to spend the rest of the month. Argh. But fine. Life is what it is.
So, I'll start with the bad news, then talk of the Con. That'll make it so the reader ends on a sweeter note. I prefer that.
The house is trashed. Basicly some shingles blew off, and now there is about an inch of water in the bathroom, and kitchen. There is water in the light fixture. There is no power. The windows are boarded up. Sam is not planning to be back for afew days. I told Sam we're keeping the rent this month. I told Brian to go find a place to call shelter that is his, and that hopefully has power. There is no telling when all this will be fixed, but I pray that perishable things, like clothing, and books manage on their own. Cats, crabs, and computers will hopefully go with Brian to a happy place. I want to go home. I worry for my husband, animals, and job. I keep having to remind myself to have faith that things will be ok, or my stomache would knot up, and eat it's self.
That all being said, I'm glad that Dragon was where I landed. At least I was distracted from my worry. It's pretty much as expected. Alot of people in strange outfits doing strange things. I still love it. Here is the basic rundown.
Day one:
The drive was long, but the kinder I was trapped in the car with was much better behaved than an infant who has never been in the car over two hours could be expected. Arrived at Vernard's. Met his cat. We sat up and talked for awhile, then went to sleep. He gave me his bed.
Vernard is a good man. He is taking good care of me. He gave me money, and has been feeding me.
Day Two: Vernard took me to get a phone charger, eat, and pick up supplies for the party. I finally got to eat some chinese. We come to the hotel, and lo and behold, it looked like Bitchtits came out. He took one look at me and walked back inside. Good. We went up to the room where I meet Jeff, and others. The room is a suite. Nice. I also meet Melodee, Vernard's girlfriend. She's super cute, sweet, and sleep deprived. She is also the Mistress of fried chicken, and Goddess of Pleasure and Pain. She makes it with pecans. It's the best fried chicken I have ever had. My pillow is taken for plunder and used as a weapon repeatedly until I rescue it and put it in a closet.
People are showing up for the party. Vernard knows *everyone*. We went out to make a round, and V was stopping roughly every five minutes.
The party was awsome. This is a social group. Everyone is friends with someone, and willing to make more. I even enjoyed it for roughly 2 or three hours. After that, I wanted to hide. Skitty kitty! There is a cute guy in a regimental kilt. He was showing on request. People were petting each other. I missed my husband. I got to finally meet Sabrina Pandora. She's an amazing hoot. I swear, instead of being a drag queen MC, singer, or dancer..She could be a drag queen comediane. Like Eddie Izzard.
After the party, the kilt guy came back, and had a date. I was trying to sleep on my leetle cot. It was cold as fuck. The AC had been turned all the way down. I didn't want to move. Kilt boy takes his date into the dressing room with the vents in the door, and proceeds to make noises like, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, God, you're so good!" You go kiltstud! Amusing and annoying. I manage to go to sleep.
Day Three:
Most of the day passes as a blur. Missing Brian alot. I catch the sites, avoid people I dislike, and mostly follow Vernard around. I got to breeze through the dealers room, and exibit hall. I make plans to buy things. I'm being frugal. There are some beautiful people around. I think that's what keeps me coming to Dragon. There are some gorgious geeks out there. Beautiful women in skanty clothing, and handsome men dressed like romance heros, and space warriors. There are also quite afew "Why?" people. I notice this gorgious red haired male vampire dressed in an elaborate, high collared cape that resembles bat wings. I continue to meet Vernard's friends. It becomes officially clear. Everyone is Vernard's friend. Makes getting from point A to point B difficult. I get to talk to publishers. I also talk to Lloyd Kaufman of Troma Films fame. He asks me if he'll make it to Florida for a book signing. I am bemused. I run into Paul and Hellen. Morgie is with them. She has fairy wings. Life is good. She's really enjoying herself, and so is Paul and Hellen. They are invited to the party.
V and I go out for booze for the party. It's good to get out of the crowd. Especially in anticipation. Hellen calls, having lost her badge. We tell her to go up to the room and sit tight. When we get there, she's found Paul. It's all good. Finally the hour arrives. I have dressed as a Mad Scientist. I have a new shirt that says, "Power corrupts. Knowledge is power. Study hard. Be evil." ooh yeah. The party favor is all these blinking LED lights, and light sticks, and body paint. I put some on and go out to venture. People notice me. I run into Paul, Hellen and Morgie and walk them up. Morgan is all about those LED lights. We do her up right, with LEDs in her hair, and on her cloths, and her fairy wings. Then she wants to do a tour. I offer to take her since I am feeling less partyish, and Hellen is tired. She demands to go to the very top of the hotel in the glass elevator. Her Mommy won't go there. She gets alot of attention, and enjoys pretending that she's my experiment. She invites people back to the party. I see alot of cute guys dressed as Spike from Buffy, and I tell Morgie that they are grown up Malfoy's. She sqees, but won't go hug any of them like I was trying to convince her. She gets her fill, and I take her back. She wants to ride to the top floor again, with her forehead against the glass elevator wall. She says, "wheee!" A man riding with us comments, "That should be "AAAAGH!" I tell him Morgan will be our little base jumper.
The party is insane. Not out of control, but definately schitzo. Soon Paul, and Hellen have to go, and I walk them out. I get back and Vernard, and the others involved are now playing doorhosts, controlling who gets in, and when. I can get in when ever I like. I'm *special* :). The party is by all accounts a screaming success. They had a professional bartender. Everyone likes the lights. There is music, and dancing, and a quieter room for conversation. I still end up gathering my book, and going downstairs to a quiet spot for a couple of hours. When I return there is soon a bed, and I get in it. Ironicly a guy named Brian is laid down with me, since Vernard and Mel have to deal with some things. It's no biggie. I'd met him earlier, and he's a perfect gentleman. Also another couple, Parrish, and another Shannon, are in the same room.
Day Four:
Much quieter day. We get up, have coffee, and go down for brunch. I go shopping. I buy gifties for Brian, and some tea to share with Amie. I get alittle something for myself. I keep looking at the Vampire books that are new out by White Wolf. I make myself not spend 60 dollars on them. It's hard. I like the new system alot. I also groan to buy Brian a Utilikilt. They are totally cool. I'm talked out of it because he's not present to be fitted. Maybe next year. I think I would enjoy him in a kilt. It's a non party day, so I spend time just fucking around, and reading Jeff, another suite mate's, copies of the new Vampire stuff. Head is on fire. Want to play. Vernard has too many friends. I basicly hole up in the other bedroom. Outside, in the other room, I can hear laughter, and enjoyment. I'm happy for that, but I am officially peopled out. I end up in a hot bath. mmm.
Now, day fucking five, I am at Vernards. We checked out with little drama, had some food, unloaded, and came home to unload some more. There are far fewer people. There is iced tea. Life is ok. It would be *good* if Brian was here, and there wasn't an inch of water in my floor. I will be going to my Mom's, possibly to spend the rest of the month. Argh. But fine. Life is what it is.
