|Fashionably late as usual!
||[Feb. 23rd, 2006|08:25 pm]
I realize that one of the things I was going to do when I said I was going to update my journal was write a report of FC 2006. However, Dirge already did a wonderful job of doing so ( http://dirge-de-valeur.livejournal.com/1686.html ), which makes me feel inadequate. And Rourkie's report left me out completely.|
So, I feel I should tack on some little extra bits that occured when I was screwing off on my own.
I arrived two hours late, and I swear I must've called Rocky like, six times during the car trip. Or maybe he called me. I forget.
By the time I get there, my mom introduces herself to him, says that he's a nice guy (SCORE), and we get my copious sums of stuff out of the trunk. Since we don't have keys to the room yet, I end up lugging my things around for about an hour or so, before Rocky lets me store my goods in the Gopher's Crash. He then ran off to take care of some box-moving, so I took the time to look around the con. I spotted Benni while getting my things, and ended up shooting him with the air gun I brought with me -- It turned out to be quite a bane to my friends.
But, beside the point. I wandered aimlessly for a bit, before realizing that I had passed a good friend of mine, JJKitsune, at least four times. I sat down next to him, waved Hi to Lucky the Atomic fox (an aquiantance from last year), and mostly fiddled with my DS.
At 5PM, we found Dirge. Personally, she seemed very coldhearted, and off on her own little world. The first thing she said to me upon getting her attention was, to the best of my memory, "I'm hitting you on the inside."
Her con report is pretty spot-on up to this point. She got a bed to herself, since RTF didn't show up, which meant that me and Rocky shared one.
Really. Nothing happened.
HOLY SHIT IT'S A BRAND NEW DAY
I wasn't used to how California looked at that time of year; everything in Arkansas is all dead and yellowed at the moment. I swear, it felt like mid-June.
The gang met up, and Rocky waved his camcorder around, and we mostly goofed off. Yiffer told me how to connect game consoles to the hotel room TVs, which had little hard knobs physically preventing someone from removing the cable cord from the back of the set. After having to have Dirge/Rocky help me move the thing at least six times (I'm a pitiful sissy), I manage to pry the thing out with a pocket knife. We celebrate with some (horrid) Karaoke Revolution.
My attention span ran out. More will be added later.