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So the convention was pretty fun. I bought some good art, saw some good speakers (though I have no idea what the shows they represent are) and generally had a good time. That was the day. When the sun went down..............oh man. Bill, Drew and I started by having drinks at the hotel bar. The drinks were a might weak so we fortified them with some vitamin R(that being more rum). So ya, we boozed it up with Klingons and Barbarians at the bar for a couple hours. Then Drew decided to go home and Bill decided to trek, pun intended, back to the room so he could pass out. (light weight). This was, oh, about midnight. I decided to wake Claire up cuz I wasnt done. So we wandered to halls. I decided it was a good time to designate myself as the photo editor for GQ and Claire as my photographer. So we walked the halls and took pictures of people and gave them super hero names. From Cast Girl (the girl with the borken arm) to Romance Expert Raphael (Cast Girls sidekick) to Talking on the Phone Woman (who eventually became Still Talking on the Phone Woman) we ran into so many super heros that evil must surley be running amok since they were all at the convention. Claire and I did this until we decide to shoot the cover of the november issue of GQ. For the cover we got a good shot of The Balcony 6 (6 people on a balcony, clever huh?). So we shot the picture and they shot us a room number. (room 212 if your in the area) So we got up there and you know what? Bill wasnt fucking kidding. Geeks CAN party like nothing else. And holy shit can they drink. I immediatley designated Claire my legal council for the night. It is at this time that I would like to let the jury know that Claire is only 17 but here advice on matters of any sort is always good. So we got in there and on the advice of my attorney I quickly made friends with Kevin. Kevin was sporting a not to inconspicuous bottle of chocolate liquour. So Kevin, Claire and myself made to rounds of the party and we drank with these to guys who none of us could understand cuz they were speaking super ebonics. The only thing they said that I could understand was "Damn nigga, you know how to fucking drink" everytime Id throw back a drink. Good guys if you can understand em. From there we moved on to the life of the party Morpheus. Thats right the man himself. He was very personable and said nothing of the machine war(probably didnt want to bring anyone down). And just let me say this: Morpheus is a hell of a ladies man. If he wasnt married Im sure he would have bagged to entire party. And I mean everyone. So after that I decided it was high time call Drew and tell him how he left to early. So I called him and had Morpheus and Black Stra Trek Shirt Girl (saving the world one black star trek shirt at a time) whos real name is actually Debie talk to Drew and generally chew him out for leaving early. By this time I had about 14-18 drinks in me. But I wasnt counting at the time so I kept going. I met a gentleman who kindly offered me a bottle of 25 year old bourbon to share with him. So I did. Meanwhile Claire was making her rounds and keeping a sober eye on me. She also came up with this awsome drink mad from a bit of rum mixed with a bit of pepsi mixed with chocolate liquour mixed with rasberry syrup. It was exquisite to say the least. Tasted just like a chocolate covered cherry. No one could resist it. Anyway back to me. When the bourbon was waning we decided to mix all the alcohol at the party in a big cooler. On personal reflection this may not have been the best of ideas. But we did it. We mixed what was left of the bourbon, 2 kinds of vodka, 3 kinds of rum, some scotch, a couple different whiskeys and a trof of blood wine.(for those of you who dont know blood wine is, im told, this thing that Klingons drink in star trek, in real life its basically a red fruit punch with cherries, pineapples and grapes in it all mixed with a whole hell of a lot of vodka) So we threw all that together and started dispensing drinks from the cooler. My memory fades at thist point but Claire filled me in. Apparently I kept hitting my head on stuff all night and trying to go outside for some god awful reason. We were also issuing drinking challenges to people to try our ball of shit concoction. Many tried and few were able. This on barbarian girl called everyon a pussy and bellied up to the challenge. She tanked, and couldnt finish the drink. I on the other hand had 4 of these. But I probably couldnt taste it at that point so I dont count. About 3am my attorney advised me that it was time to go back to our room for sleep. I was in no condition to walk on my own and I am far to big for little bitty Claire to carry so a couple of nice guys, one of whom was the gentleman with the bourbon, opted to help get me back to the room. Needless to say they werent much less drunk than I was. So there we were 3 guys stumbling through the hotel, me in the middle with my arms around their sholders and we were basically supporting eachother. But we eventually got back to the room after much falling and banging of heads. i went to bed with, and we counted so we know, 29 drinks in me! I should be dead from catastrophic liver failure but Im not. I have the devils hang over though. So we woke up finished up the convention and here I am. Home. Where my bed is. My sweet sweet bed. Which I am now going to go to.

So, how was your weekend?