bigger Arisia wrapup post

[juldea]

I should probably go to bed soon. Still haven't since my last post...

I did mention that I had made an Arisia schedule. It contained 24 items, some of which conflicted with each other. I made it to 6 of those, and consider it acceptable. ;) Most of the absences were due to arriving late on Friday and having a difficult morning on Sunday. (More about that later.)

I won't do the name-drop thing, because oh god I saw lots of people. In fact, I'm going to mention the people I didn't see at all, or much. I wouldn't believe that kestrell was there if many of you who are reputable didn't say she was, and I thought the same thing about tpau until I ran into her Saturday night at a party. Other people I saw a decent amount; not enough for real 'hanging out' but that's not what Arisia really offers to me.

This year I attempted to volunteer for 12 hours so as to earn next year's con for free. It didn't happen; I only managed 6 hours of actual work, although I got doubletime for 2 of those and therefore did earn the 8 hours that will get me a t-shirt. Perhaps if I had been around on Friday night, or had spent less time partying on Saturday and therefore less time recovering on Sunday, I could've been active for more of con and therefore had time to spend volunteering. As it was, there was too much fun and panels and such that I wanted to do that volunteering fell by the wayside. Oh well. I'll just have to give money and y'know, support the con. ;)

Let's see, what happened that was special this weekend?

When I first signed up for volunteering, they had just gotten a phone call from Con Suite for someone to come upstairs and do dishes, so I went up. Turns out that londo had placed the call. ;) He needed dishes done, and they sent him his girlfriend. Sigh.

I wore all black velvety stuff on Friday, including a black velvet corset, and got greatly complimented. I was happy with the outfit before the compliments, so it was just overall good.

Saturday night: londo went to sleep early, but I was still awake for a while yet, so I decided to get drunk for the first time since March. March, I tell you! So I took my friend Erin and we used our boobs to score free liquor. Okay, so not quite, because the liquor was free to anyone. There was this drink I had heard about last year called Rocket Fuel that was being offered at a room party. Rocket Fuel is made with Everclear, dry ice, and lemon/limeade. I had a lot of Rocket Fuel over the course of several hours, as it just didn't seem to be doing its job for me. After a while, of course, it did finally kick in, and I had a very drunk experience. Whee! However, I did pay for it the next day. Sigh. Waking up, drinking water, taking a shower, and while in the shower having the water return out the same way it came in is not a pleasant experience. At least the water was the only thing in my stomach to do so, however. Although it was 4pm before I stopped having to hang around a bathroom, and more like 6pm before I was able to eat or drink ANYTHING and keep it down. Actually, the worst part of all of that was that other than my stomach refusing anything, I felt fine. I had no headache or anything like that - other than general sleepiness - but I couldn't eat or drink. Grar.

Friday night's Bad 70s Sci-Fi Porn film. Holy crap. Describing any of that would violate my strict LJ filter rules, but just believe me when I say that this movie was Really Bad.

Is Howl's Moving Castle that weird and disjointed, or did I fall asleep during parts of it? Both are reasonable answers.

Someone had crocheted a Flying Spaghetti Monster hat. It was ADORABLE. And I was touched by his noodley appendages!

I think that's it for now. If I think of anything else that was momentous, I will definitely let you know.

Comments

[alexx-kay.livejournal.com]

Is Howl's Moving Castle that weird and disjointed, or did I fall asleep during parts of it?

I don't know if you fell asleep or not, but the movie really was quite disjointed. Much more so than the book. Maybe because about half of it was actually an extremely faithful adaptation -- and then there was all this other stuff that Miyazaki put in or changed... (I would, of course, be happy to loan you said book.)

[londo.livejournal.com]

Of all the places to vomit, it seems that in the shower is best. Easy drainage, plus no staining of clothes a la Lizzie Borden.

Mildly analogous to getting injured in a hospital - a bad event, yes, but you're in the best place to fix the problem.

[oddharmonic.livejournal.com]

I concur.

Also, if you are insane like me and want to assemble a paper model of it, I have a PDF file (26 pages, about 50 MB) I haven't gotten around to having printed yet. I'd be happy to burn it to disk for you if the link from the paper_forest blog entry isn't working anymore or you'd just like to have it on CD.

[learnedax.livejournal.com]

As long as the output is only fluid, that's true. Clogging a drain on the other hand is no fun.

[londo.livejournal.com]

Clogging your drain is no fun.

Clogging a hotel's drain where they're obligated to send a guy up to fix it isn't nearly as bad. Er, for you.

[learnedax.livejournal.com]

True, although if one is in fact mid-shower that still presents difficulties.

[juldea.livejournal.com]

The book is on my "want to read" list, so I will snitch it from you at some point (perhaps this Saturday!)

[juldea.livejournal.com]

I still think it would've been a lot less 'the best place' if the contents of my stomach had been less liquid.

[juldea.livejournal.com]

Wow. That's rather insane :)

[juldea.livejournal.com]

I see we think alike on this.