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Sooooo.... I'm back in Dallas after my 3rd Dragoncon and first one single. Interesting time. I played a couple D&D games, saw a few celebrities, walked around a lot, ate a ton of bad junk food, drank way way too much and got to see and hang out with some old friends pretty much 24/7 for 5 days.
We all straggled into Atlanta at different times on Tuesday and Wednesday. I arrived on Wednesday afternoon and got picked up from the MARTA station in Dunwoody by my friend since 7th grade, Ben. We went to his place in Lawrenceville where I got to see my friends John, Jim and Rich.
John and Rich had arrived Tuesday and Jim arrived an hour or so before me. We hung out at Ben's and drank and played around on the various musical instruments that people had either brought or that Ben had already set up. I messed around on the guitar for awhile and then switched to playing the drums (never before attempted) and even played a little bass guitar. It was a good time. We took a break to go eat at a fabulous Japanese restaurant and had a boatload of sushi. Excellent. John did the gentlemanly thing and offered up the guest bed to me which I was happy for. Ben had told me I'd have to fend for myself.
Thursday Stephen arrived and the travelling crew was complete. We went out into downtown Atlanta that evening and looked for a couple places that Ben had mentioned to us as good spots. Ben didn't go out with us as he had other plans. Anyway - Our most important search was for gas as we were very low and had already passed three gas stations that were completely out of gas. Atlanta had a gasoline panic due to a pipeline problem from Katrina and people had bought up most of the gasoline in town. Prices got to six bux a gallon in some places. We finally found some gas about 10 miles outside of downtown then turned around and went back in. I was drinking beer the whole time since Stephen had arrived and was getting pretty toasty. I know this might not sound unusual but for the past 4 plus years I have hardly drank at all. Anyway we walked around the Buckhead area and found a place to get some food and drink some more. We eventually ended up at an Irish Pub and drank even more. I had a great time that evening.
Friday morning we got up early (much to my protestations), packed up and headed back into downtown Atlanta to the Hyatt where we were staying for the con. We met up with a couple more friends, Dave Bare and Chris. They are both local to Atlanta. We got two adjoining rooms that each had two queen beds. Chris had gotten his own room with his wife and Ben didn't come to the con - so we had John, Stephen, Jim, Rich, Dave Bare and Me in two rooms. Yeah I was the only girl. FYI - Jim is the only single guy in the group and an ER Doctor. I found myself strangely attracted to him, which really flipped me out considering our history, but I'm pretty sure there ain't any attraction reciprocated. Virtually certain.
So the con started normal enough and we made the rounds of the dealer rooms and game rooms and celebrity viewing room then settled into the normal routine of people watching and drinking. By drinking I mean serious drinking. This year I had decided to participate whole heartedly and hang with the boys. This meant I was drinking 50/50 mix Evan Williams Whiskey and Diet Coke out of a 1 quart thermos. Constantly refilled during the course of the evening. My concession was the 1 qt thermos. The guys used 2 qt. (half gallon) thermoses. I got incredibly trashed needless to say. I was, according to reports from John and Steph(en), hanging all over both of them and generally being a flirty drunk chick. I was doing other things as well that I'm pretty embarrassed to hear about. Still.... I had a good time and come Saturday morning - no hangover. I had slept in one of the beds solo. A couple of the guys must have either gotten the same bed or one of them crashed on the floor.
Saturday got a slow start and after general hanging out and con activity the drinking started anew. I didn't start with the guys this time but waited till about 10 pm. I got thoroughly trashed again but was able to control myself in a more normal fashion. The guys went off the handle Saturday night though. I had called it earlier than the rest that night. I was in bed by 4. Steph crashed about the same time in the other bed. Eventually everyone filtered up to the rooms and crashed. Someone decided they were gonna crash with me on my bed this time.
Enough said on that.
Sunday we were all a bit more worn out and didn't start drinking until about 6p or so. We all generally kept it slow. All of us except for Chris, who had been sent home by the Atlanta PD (another story), played some D&D and then filtered back out until later that evening. Steph had pretty much burned out his candle by 10p and didn't rejoin the festivities. John, Jim, Rich and I got our drink on and went and hung on the patio to people-watch. Entertaining time. John was picking out guys he thought were my type and I was picking out women for him in the same way. He decided to enlist the aid of some more normal looking women (what we all call "Mundanes" - as in not costumed or freaky con chicks) that were standing within earshot - he claimed he had no idea what to look for in a guy. Seemed genuine enough. One of the girls pretty quickly agreed with what I had noticed - there was a shortage of cute guys - at least walking around within visual range. She next suggested that John himself would be a good one for me. Heh. Anyway - We drank and drank and chatted a lot and drank.
Monday, today, we all got up - packed up - rode the rail to the airport and went our seperate ways for another year.
Now - I'm sitting here typing this into the journal for a couple reasons.... one is that a few people expressed interest in hearing what went down... another is that I've got some serious post-con blues... yet another is that I am trying to get down what I really think.
Right now I'm thinking that ultimately it was a bad idea for me to go to the Con single and staying with a group of my male friends. My heart is still ripped open from what Mr. Mitchell did to me and I wasn't ready to deal with that kind of situation.
I find that I latched on to those guys as my protectors and started fixating on them in the wrong way. I got way too comfortable with being with them and I think a lot of my enjoyment of the con was because of the void they were filling.
I was crying and cursing at David on the drive home from the airport to pick up my beagle boys. I was also cursing myself for complicating my relationships with my friends. Life is truly a bastard.
Bou and Snoopy are doing ok. Glad to see their momma and me them. Tomorrow I go back to work and get back to the mundanity.
We all straggled into Atlanta at different times on Tuesday and Wednesday. I arrived on Wednesday afternoon and got picked up from the MARTA station in Dunwoody by my friend since 7th grade, Ben. We went to his place in Lawrenceville where I got to see my friends John, Jim and Rich.
John and Rich had arrived Tuesday and Jim arrived an hour or so before me. We hung out at Ben's and drank and played around on the various musical instruments that people had either brought or that Ben had already set up. I messed around on the guitar for awhile and then switched to playing the drums (never before attempted) and even played a little bass guitar. It was a good time. We took a break to go eat at a fabulous Japanese restaurant and had a boatload of sushi. Excellent. John did the gentlemanly thing and offered up the guest bed to me which I was happy for. Ben had told me I'd have to fend for myself.
Thursday Stephen arrived and the travelling crew was complete. We went out into downtown Atlanta that evening and looked for a couple places that Ben had mentioned to us as good spots. Ben didn't go out with us as he had other plans. Anyway - Our most important search was for gas as we were very low and had already passed three gas stations that were completely out of gas. Atlanta had a gasoline panic due to a pipeline problem from Katrina and people had bought up most of the gasoline in town. Prices got to six bux a gallon in some places. We finally found some gas about 10 miles outside of downtown then turned around and went back in. I was drinking beer the whole time since Stephen had arrived and was getting pretty toasty. I know this might not sound unusual but for the past 4 plus years I have hardly drank at all. Anyway we walked around the Buckhead area and found a place to get some food and drink some more. We eventually ended up at an Irish Pub and drank even more. I had a great time that evening.
Friday morning we got up early (much to my protestations), packed up and headed back into downtown Atlanta to the Hyatt where we were staying for the con. We met up with a couple more friends, Dave Bare and Chris. They are both local to Atlanta. We got two adjoining rooms that each had two queen beds. Chris had gotten his own room with his wife and Ben didn't come to the con - so we had John, Stephen, Jim, Rich, Dave Bare and Me in two rooms. Yeah I was the only girl. FYI - Jim is the only single guy in the group and an ER Doctor. I found myself strangely attracted to him, which really flipped me out considering our history, but I'm pretty sure there ain't any attraction reciprocated. Virtually certain.
So the con started normal enough and we made the rounds of the dealer rooms and game rooms and celebrity viewing room then settled into the normal routine of people watching and drinking. By drinking I mean serious drinking. This year I had decided to participate whole heartedly and hang with the boys. This meant I was drinking 50/50 mix Evan Williams Whiskey and Diet Coke out of a 1 quart thermos. Constantly refilled during the course of the evening. My concession was the 1 qt thermos. The guys used 2 qt. (half gallon) thermoses. I got incredibly trashed needless to say. I was, according to reports from John and Steph(en), hanging all over both of them and generally being a flirty drunk chick. I was doing other things as well that I'm pretty embarrassed to hear about. Still.... I had a good time and come Saturday morning - no hangover. I had slept in one of the beds solo. A couple of the guys must have either gotten the same bed or one of them crashed on the floor.
Saturday got a slow start and after general hanging out and con activity the drinking started anew. I didn't start with the guys this time but waited till about 10 pm. I got thoroughly trashed again but was able to control myself in a more normal fashion. The guys went off the handle Saturday night though. I had called it earlier than the rest that night. I was in bed by 4. Steph crashed about the same time in the other bed. Eventually everyone filtered up to the rooms and crashed. Someone decided they were gonna crash with me on my bed this time.
Enough said on that.
Sunday we were all a bit more worn out and didn't start drinking until about 6p or so. We all generally kept it slow. All of us except for Chris, who had been sent home by the Atlanta PD (another story), played some D&D and then filtered back out until later that evening. Steph had pretty much burned out his candle by 10p and didn't rejoin the festivities. John, Jim, Rich and I got our drink on and went and hung on the patio to people-watch. Entertaining time. John was picking out guys he thought were my type and I was picking out women for him in the same way. He decided to enlist the aid of some more normal looking women (what we all call "Mundanes" - as in not costumed or freaky con chicks) that were standing within earshot - he claimed he had no idea what to look for in a guy. Seemed genuine enough. One of the girls pretty quickly agreed with what I had noticed - there was a shortage of cute guys - at least walking around within visual range. She next suggested that John himself would be a good one for me. Heh. Anyway - We drank and drank and chatted a lot and drank.
Monday, today, we all got up - packed up - rode the rail to the airport and went our seperate ways for another year.
Now - I'm sitting here typing this into the journal for a couple reasons.... one is that a few people expressed interest in hearing what went down... another is that I've got some serious post-con blues... yet another is that I am trying to get down what I really think.
Right now I'm thinking that ultimately it was a bad idea for me to go to the Con single and staying with a group of my male friends. My heart is still ripped open from what Mr. Mitchell did to me and I wasn't ready to deal with that kind of situation.
I find that I latched on to those guys as my protectors and started fixating on them in the wrong way. I got way too comfortable with being with them and I think a lot of my enjoyment of the con was because of the void they were filling.
I was crying and cursing at David on the drive home from the airport to pick up my beagle boys. I was also cursing myself for complicating my relationships with my friends. Life is truly a bastard.
Bou and Snoopy are doing ok. Glad to see their momma and me them. Tomorrow I go back to work and get back to the mundanity.
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