OMG WTF DragonCon: Friday
Sep. 6th, 2005 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherynscaleIt's a beautiful day to be here in the office on 3 hours of sleep, especially since hardly anybody else even bothered to show up at all. I'm fading out hardcore, so this entry serves the dual purpose of wrapping up the weekend's events and keeping me awake at my desk...
Thursday night we left at 0-dark-thirty to make the drive, accompanied by remarks about the likelihood of being eaten by a grue, and the realization that if we bought anything at Con, we had better be able to have it shipped, since there was absolutely *no* room for anything more in the car. We had originally planned to leave Friday morning, but it became apparent that in order to pick up parade passes, we would have to do an overnight driving experience. Surprisingly, the NOLA trip precedent notwithstanding, the drive was not an ordeal out of Dante.
Morning found us somewhere in Kentucky/Illinois (I have no ability to tell those two states apart), just outside of a town called Metropolis, in which there was, according to a roadside building, a Giant Superman Statue(!). Being as geekdom was our goal, we pulled off to view said Giant Superman Statue. This proved to be an entirely worthwhile detour, from the punchy humor standpoint. The town of Metropolis is All About the Giant Superman Statue. There are Superman groceries and Superman hair salons. At one point, we thought we saw a sign that said "Superman and Lube", but we turned out to be mistaken.
When we finally encountered The Statue, there were photo opportunities aplenty. I tried to talk![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
triadruid into standing in front of the Statue, and holding up the flying penis charm which we were carrying for good travelling luck, to see if I could get a perspective shot in which Superman appeared to have an erect blue wang, but nobody else thought it was as funny as I did. It probably wouldn't have worked anyway.
We finally got into Atlanta about seven interminable hours after leaving Metropolis. This meant we were just in time to check in, unload the car, and pick up our badges and parade passes. We met up withwildnsquirrelly and matchgirl42 somewhat later, and got them moved in and registered.
We had planned on this evening to go to a party/show/costume contest called "An Evening in Bree", but due to the length of time it took to get badges for the later arrivals, by the time we all arrived, there was no more room at the inn, and they turned us away.
This in turn led us to look for other diversions, and after a number of drinks which was greater than one, we settled on going to the event that I had previously considered to be among the things we'd be least likely to go to and would find most excruciatingly painful. What horror was this? Klingon Karaoke. At this point in our collective brains, nothing seemed funnier in that trainwreck sort of way than drunken Klingons singing sappy love songs (think about that for a moment). So we went, still in the Hobbit-ish costumes that would have been appropriate for the Bree party. Sadly, while we were there, nobody who sang was actually dressed as a Klingon, but it was still pretty entertaining. It also led to my realization that the statement "I will if you buy me another bourbon" was perhaps not the sort of statement to make around this crowd, for lo, in my drunken and easily amused state, I did perform "Big Spender" in front of the equally easily amused crowd, accompanied by some dirty dancing by a redhead dressed as Poison Ivy. Also, lo, this did occur in front of a video camera, also in front of which I kissed said Poison Ivy. This apparently was perceived by the folks running the event as a potential revenue-booster for the Star Trek fandom track.kittenpants did also perform with the assistance of drink, but was able to avoid any further indignity.
Posts on later Con and trip events, as well as pictures, to come.
Thursday night we left at 0-dark-thirty to make the drive, accompanied by remarks about the likelihood of being eaten by a grue, and the realization that if we bought anything at Con, we had better be able to have it shipped, since there was absolutely *no* room for anything more in the car. We had originally planned to leave Friday morning, but it became apparent that in order to pick up parade passes, we would have to do an overnight driving experience. Surprisingly, the NOLA trip precedent notwithstanding, the drive was not an ordeal out of Dante.
Morning found us somewhere in Kentucky/Illinois (I have no ability to tell those two states apart), just outside of a town called Metropolis, in which there was, according to a roadside building, a Giant Superman Statue(!). Being as geekdom was our goal, we pulled off to view said Giant Superman Statue. This proved to be an entirely worthwhile detour, from the punchy humor standpoint. The town of Metropolis is All About the Giant Superman Statue. There are Superman groceries and Superman hair salons. At one point, we thought we saw a sign that said "Superman and Lube", but we turned out to be mistaken.
When we finally encountered The Statue, there were photo opportunities aplenty. I tried to talk
triadruid into standing in front of the Statue, and holding up the flying penis charm which we were carrying for good travelling luck, to see if I could get a perspective shot in which Superman appeared to have an erect blue wang, but nobody else thought it was as funny as I did. It probably wouldn't have worked anyway.We finally got into Atlanta about seven interminable hours after leaving Metropolis. This meant we were just in time to check in, unload the car, and pick up our badges and parade passes. We met up with
wildnsquirrelly and matchgirl42 somewhat later, and got them moved in and registered. We had planned on this evening to go to a party/show/costume contest called "An Evening in Bree", but due to the length of time it took to get badges for the later arrivals, by the time we all arrived, there was no more room at the inn, and they turned us away.
This in turn led us to look for other diversions, and after a number of drinks which was greater than one, we settled on going to the event that I had previously considered to be among the things we'd be least likely to go to and would find most excruciatingly painful. What horror was this? Klingon Karaoke. At this point in our collective brains, nothing seemed funnier in that trainwreck sort of way than drunken Klingons singing sappy love songs (think about that for a moment). So we went, still in the Hobbit-ish costumes that would have been appropriate for the Bree party. Sadly, while we were there, nobody who sang was actually dressed as a Klingon, but it was still pretty entertaining. It also led to my realization that the statement "I will if you buy me another bourbon" was perhaps not the sort of statement to make around this crowd, for lo, in my drunken and easily amused state, I did perform "Big Spender" in front of the equally easily amused crowd, accompanied by some dirty dancing by a redhead dressed as Poison Ivy. Also, lo, this did occur in front of a video camera, also in front of which I kissed said Poison Ivy. This apparently was perceived by the folks running the event as a potential revenue-booster for the Star Trek fandom track.
kittenpants did also perform with the assistance of drink, but was able to avoid any further indignity. Posts on later Con and trip events, as well as pictures, to come.
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Date: 2005-09-06 11:50 pm (UTC)