Whew! Found a new Con I'll be hitting every year. This past weekend (long weekend) I hit Archon in Collinsville (St. Louis area). Good lord what a great time. Sci-Fi/Fantasy Con with a big Vampire LARP (didn't participate this year, but probably will next year) and free beer from 5pm til 5am. I was actually GLAD when 5am rolled around so I had an excuse to stop drinking and go find breakfast. Unreal.
I met a lot of cool new people, mostly from the STL area, and had a hat trick of helping ladies out due to other peoples' drunkenness or general shit-headedness. Some people wrestle the demon and lose. I learned long ago to attempt to keep as much of an inverse relationship between inebriation and hook-up attempting as possible. Makes parties way more fun when you're not following your genitals around and missing all of the really hilarious stuff.
THAT IS NOT TO SAY that I won't ever say "yes" if the oppurtunity for sublime consensual canoodling should arise during a soiree. That does happen, but it's usually stymied by that whole "women can't approach men" blah dee blah blah.
So: Archon. Gaming. Check. Hanging out with STL friends old and new. Check. Getting my Hedon on. CHECK-CH-CHECK-CHECK-MOTHA-FUCKIN'-CHECK!
Best new friend: Jamie, Mike's girlfriend. (Mike is my friend Bitterlies on SG.)
Best old friend: Mike, Jamie's boyfriend. Har. I adore him so. They're now like my Jake and Zelda.
I'm seeing them in two weeks (Jamie and I have decided that we're "re-meeting" because she got so mind-bogglingly drunk) for the Interpol show here in town.
Having said that, is anybody hitting the Interpol? We'll be the guy in my picture, plus the shorter guy with glasses and/or goggles and long black bangs and the gal with orange (dyed, dark brown roots) straight hair (neck length) and she has an off-set ring on her bottom lip. Don't know what that one's called, sorry for the ignorance.
Anyhow, holler if you're seeing Interpol at the Newport on the 16th!
I met a lot of cool new people, mostly from the STL area, and had a hat trick of helping ladies out due to other peoples' drunkenness or general shit-headedness. Some people wrestle the demon and lose. I learned long ago to attempt to keep as much of an inverse relationship between inebriation and hook-up attempting as possible. Makes parties way more fun when you're not following your genitals around and missing all of the really hilarious stuff.
THAT IS NOT TO SAY that I won't ever say "yes" if the oppurtunity for sublime consensual canoodling should arise during a soiree. That does happen, but it's usually stymied by that whole "women can't approach men" blah dee blah blah.
So: Archon. Gaming. Check. Hanging out with STL friends old and new. Check. Getting my Hedon on. CHECK-CH-CHECK-CHECK-MOTHA-FUCKIN'-CHECK!
Best new friend: Jamie, Mike's girlfriend. (Mike is my friend Bitterlies on SG.)
Best old friend: Mike, Jamie's boyfriend. Har. I adore him so. They're now like my Jake and Zelda.
I'm seeing them in two weeks (Jamie and I have decided that we're "re-meeting" because she got so mind-bogglingly drunk) for the Interpol show here in town.
Having said that, is anybody hitting the Interpol? We'll be the guy in my picture, plus the shorter guy with glasses and/or goggles and long black bangs and the gal with orange (dyed, dark brown roots) straight hair (neck length) and she has an off-set ring on her bottom lip. Don't know what that one's called, sorry for the ignorance.
Anyhow, holler if you're seeing Interpol at the Newport on the 16th!