The weekend

So I'm back. Or I was back yesterday but was too tired/hungry/busy spending Father's day with my dad to post anything.

Not much of a con report here as random thoughts:

All reports about me in a jacuzzi with a gay man are true. Pictures will follow.

Robin Sachs is as nice as everyone is saying he was. He also has a nice-feeling hip. I leave it as an exercise for the reader to determine how I found this out.

wesleysgirl must either secretly be elf kind or attuned to them because she thought to bring elf vodka and this was a very, very, very good thing.

wolfling, though not elf kind, did bring along snacks and chocolate and that was also a very good thing.

Being in a hotel with many of your friends is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you get to hang out with them, a curse because it's impossible to hang out with all of them as much as you'd like to. I finally had to scrap many plans for the weekend in favor of the "You! Sit still for a minute and let's talk and have fun while I actually know where you are!" method. This also inadvertently had the side effect of creating the "Where the @#$% is TBQ? She said she was going to be here an hour ago." problem. So to all those who wondered why I was invisible, that would be why. Sorry!

justhuman, when presented with a DevonCon T-shirt, immediately put it on and I think right there is all you need to know about how totally beepin' she is. =)

wordsofastory is too cute for words. And, in case her parents are looking, I can vouch for the fact that she spent the entire weekend at Bible study. No, really! Ask her about flax!

byrne is a big dork, but very cute and did a wonderful job of playing Marti, even though she didn't go ahead with mpoetess's suggestion to truly embrace the role by killing herself at the end. ;)

bonibaru managed to track me down and everything she said about me is true, though I think it was very kind of her to leave out the part where I kept quacking at her and clinging to her garments.

My biggest lesson from the weekend is that I do not spend nearly enough time hanging out with lucifrix (aka "Satan's Weasel") and captainnancy. I am going to have to rectify that in the future.

And, for those of you who have read Te's account of the weekend, yes that's all true as well. Basically I found out through the grapevine that Robin Sachs had been denied A) hot lesbian action and B) with Te and I felt this was a crime against God and man. So, upon finding Te in the lobby later that evening, I pounced upon her and declared for all to hear that it was my opinion that this was a great injustice and that, for the record, I would never deny Robin Sachs A) hot lesbian action nor B) with Te.

In what proved to be a remarkable time-saver, Robin Sachs was right there. So Te, after trying politely to catch his attention and then finally giving up and setting off some signal flares, managed to get him to look our way as we smooched.

Robin seemed very appreciative and even offered suggestions, although apparently he'd been struck mute by the whole thing and had to resort to hand signals to try to indicate what he wanted. As far as I can figure he was gesturing for me and Te to either fold sheets or possibly make him a small ham sandwich, or perhaps he only meant to indicate that there was a flag on the field and we'd have to take a five yard penalty. Whatever it was both he and Te seemed happy about it, so I'm glad to have played my part.

Finally (for now at least), buffybot and I would like to declare our intent to marry at the Holiday Inn, Saddlebrook next month, which I think means she and I have to flip or possibly Indian wrestle to find out who gets to have miss_edith for a maid of honor.

More later, when I'm either more coherent or in possession of pictures. Now I'm off to work.

Okay, who gave me the SARS?

So as my day progresses and I continue to feel vaguely light-headed and gravelly-voiced and overly warm I start to realize that maybe this isn't five billion physical aftereffects of a weekend spent on the Hellmouth that is Saddlebrook, NJ so much as a single explanation for why, when I tried to give blood on Saturday, my temperature was too high.

In other words I may possibly have the plague. Or just a cold. Either/or.

Still, I managed to catch up on all the work that was left on my desk from my day off.

I've also discovered that it is incredibly distracting to think about Wesley wearing a priest's outfit. That is to say that he's wearing it, though I'm sure that I'd find it distracting to think about him while I was wearing one as well. I believe the fault for this lies both with the delusions that the SARS apparently gives you, and the fact that I keep pondering Jasmine-arc concepts because I'm far too fascinated by all that can be done when you've got the guys in a blissed-out cult that removes the majority of their problems.

Whether this results in a story or just more observations along the lines of "Mmm.... Wes in a Roman collar...." remains to be seen.

Cookie?

GIP!

mpoetess rocks the hizzouse.

Hot priestly action

For piedmargaret, who made a spiffy icon.

( Drabble ahoy! )