Friday, 2:40AM
Holy crap, I met a lot of people today. And I actually remember a few of them. Not a problem, I’ve got a whole weekend to figure out who’s who. I’ve just been informed that I’m responsible for organizing the AHQ room party, which is both an honor and a pain (a painful honor? Perhaps.). An honor since I get to flex my planning muscle (and also since I found out I can solicit tips! Whoo doggy!), and a pain since it seems that I’ll be checking ID’s and whatnot. Also a pain is the fact that if it sucks, I’ll get the blame. Such is the cost of getting the hotel room in my name. And in hindsight, I should have gotten that copy of Playboy’s Bartending Guide that was on sale at B. Dalton. Ah well, I guess I’ll just have to make stuff up then.
Good news- Café Press didn’t screw me two years running, and I actually got the shirts I ordered today! So now I have a golf-tee with the Club Ninja logo, along with the long-sleeved Anti-Fanboy deal. Note to self: Stick with larges in the future. The golf shirt fits me well, but the other one’s a bit snug. There is such a thing as fitting too well, I suppose. Fear my whorish presence.
This year’s hotel is quite nice. It brings back memories of the Ravinia a few years back, but it reminds me of the Dragon*Con setup more so. Will we return to this hotel? As long as no one pisses in the stairwell, I suppose. But the weekend is just beginning. Only time will tell what goes on here at the Con. Let the report begin.
Random Quote: “Take some acid, and run into a wall head-first about six times… that’s the same thing you’ll get from watching FLCL.” -- Random guy I was conversing with Friday evening.
Friday/Saturday (4:29AM)
Whoever sleeps at a Con, anyway?
Well I suppose I will be eventually, but I’m making it a point to compose some thoughts before I reach that land of slumber. Today/yesterday’s been pretty interesting to say the very least. Shockingly, I haven’t really spent much money today, but I HAVE been eyeballing several goodies in the Dealers Room. I’ve still got to find something cute for Heather, and possibly some stuff for my cousin Amahd, but I’ve been distracted by the sight of a whole lot of swords. Sweet merciful crap, they’ve got a lot of nice stuff. Be strong, Mani; you’ve got to go to Vegas next weekend.
It’s strange, since I usually don’t have this moment until Saturday, but it seems that I can’t bring myself to go to bed. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment, or something sick like that.
I came across two allies that I wasn’t expecting to see, that being Dave and Snead. And of course when we ran into Ben a bit later, things truly got random. You’ve not lived until you’ve heard Snead read from a manga like a Southern Baptist preacher, with us backing him up as the congregation.
I suppose that I should go to bed, seeing as I’m official for the Soul Calibur II tournament tomorrow/today. I held my own with Raphael for a good bit in the Video Game room, so I’m feeling pretty good. It doesn’t seem that there’ll be much practice going on, since, despite me bringing every pair of pliers that I own, we still can’t get that damned box off of the back of the TV. Curse you, Hotel of the Damned. Someone shall burn for this.
Note to self: Draw a young girl with a large axe.
Monday (4:58PM)
You would be wise to note that I’m writing this a full day after the Con.
Saturday was quite the busy time, though admittedly a lot of it was ‘Hurry Up and Wait’, varying from the Soul Calibur II tournament, to making the actual run for the room party. While things didn’t quite turn out as I had hoped in the tourney, I nonetheless owned more ass than a donkey farmer over the course of the weekend. Fear my Raphael, heathens.
Once the preps were made, I’d have to say that the room party was quite a success. Saw old friends, made new ones, and I actually remember most of the weekend. If nothing else, I remember Dave actually getting the Electric Slide going at the freaking RAVE that was going on downstairs. That takes mad crazy talent. Dave is now my hero.
Sunday was mainly about picking up the pieces, ransacking the Dealers Room real nasty-like, and attending lunch with Monica Rial and company. Which, of course, started later than usual. But then again, nothing starts on time at a Con, especially AWA. Anything more would be civilized, you know.
Note to self: Draw a Celtic warrior. And a cool group shot with various characters.