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The con continues
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Mar. 14th, 2008 @ 12:02 pm
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More from Katsucon
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Mar. 8th, 2008 @ 02:44 pm
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Aside from attending a lot of panels I also got some really good cosplay shots at the con.
A classic Kagura from Fruits Basket, complete with plush backpack.
My pick for all time best cosplay. Emma fits right in with the decor, doesn't she?
He's got the attitude down, now to turn down the volume on the hair!
Miyazaki fans, this one's for you!
He doesn't have the bangs, but other than that, good job!
I was supposed to be a soul reaper but the black kimono didn't turn out. Oh well, I think I look kinda cool like this.
The hat, the clogs, even the cane! Cool!
Outside the hotel I found some fascinating architectural examples. If only the best ones had turned out.
Note, that hedge across the street does not lead to a park. It's actually someone's home. Wow, the people here must be loaded!
The hotel is even more impressive in the day time.
The hotel even comes with a park.
And it's own wildlife sanctuary.
However, it doesn't come with a number of things I've become accustomed to receiving from much **much** cheaper places. Free continental breakfast, free wireless access, more than just a few basic cable channels, all for well under a hundred bucks a night and in a room that's about the same size as the one we were crammed into.
I really don't *care* if the inaugural ball has been held here since Roosevelt! I am **not** spending 4-digits on a room that doesn't even have internet access!
More to come next time.Current Mood:  awake Current Music: none |
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The room is what!?
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Mar. 1st, 2008 @ 12:54 pm
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On meeting up with my friend in the hotel, I made a rather head-spinning discovery.
"... and some of the guys are already here."
Me. 0o "Guys?! As in male?" That last word word came out as more of a squeak than a word.
Yep. She hadn't been too pleased at first, either, but tried to assure me that these guys were "tame."
I worry about any intact male that's that "tame." >.>
Anyway, when I got to the room I found that these were fairly normal guys. Complete with rude jokes and questionable taste in visual entertainment. Not the sort I'd expect to not have urges leading to a loss of virginity.
Thank goodness I had a weapon along.
I freed my boken from the rope binding it to my backpack and stood before the mixed crowd, holding my sword aloft.
"Attention everyone!" I said, insuring that everyone knew I was about to make a statement. "I have a boken and I am not afraid to use it! I will defend my virginity to the last! You have been warned!"
The reactions and who they came from where most interesting.
The girls, almost unanimously, considered what I did pointless. "These guys are tame." "You don't have to worry about them." Etc.
The guys, most definitely unanimously, applauded my speech. If fact, they seemed not only entertained, but pleased that I had made such a declaration.
Most interesting.
Later, when getting ready for bed, I at first tried to sleep sitting up in a corner with my boken between my knees. (Watch Inuyasha sometime. He often sleeps the same way I tried to.) I picked a spot close to the bathroom, just in case.
A girl exiting the bathroom noticed me and, in a surprised and somewhat incredulous voice, asked, "Are you seriously going to sleep with your sword?"
She thought I hadn't been serious earlier?
I voiced an affirmative just as one of the guys said, "I can respect that."
Another guy said, "Yeah. A warrior must always be ready to do battle!"
Am I cool or what? ~_^
That sleeping arrangement didn't work very long. My legs started cramping up and my head kept falling onto the hilt of the boken. (I think I shall call it 'bonk' ken.) So I moved to the closet, which gave me some privacy and was almost long enough for me. My feet stuck out the door, but that was okay. I held my boken with the hilt at my collar bone and the tip somewhere near my knees.
It did make for another rather interesting encounter. At some unholy hour of the morning when I was only half awake (and thus had that I'm-not-really-awake-but-I-might-bite-you-anyway glare) one of the guys came to the door. He looked down at me with an expression closely akin to fear and said, "I'm just here for my costume. Please don't hit me."
Oh, yeah. I am cool.
What's really funny is that I got along much better with the guys than the other girls did. Just goes to show you that guys like a girl who acknowledges that they're dangerous (guys, that is).
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The trip to the con. I thought I was going to die.
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Feb. 26th, 2008 @ 09:54 pm
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Left Alex a little after 5pm that Tuesday. The bus was supposed to be there at 4:55, but I could live with a little delay.
Little did I know what it would portend.
I'm trapped! Like a rat! The walls are closing in! I can't take it any more!
The bus in Minneapolis was supposed to leave around 9pm. Instead I found that no buses were allowed through Chicago until 6am. Did Greyhound bother to announce this? No, not that it would help with the unintelligible method they have of using the com system. I heard from some other passengers and then asked at customer service. Nice people, but clueless.
This little 10-year-old had the right idea. Have a party! She won the hearts of the adults with her purple jammies, Tinker Bell blanket, and paparazzi camera.
Unfortunately, the blockage remained until 9:20am, even though there wasn't so much as a flurry between there and the East Coast. I never will understand that logic.
This is what I look like with no sleep in 24 hours standing in the cold. It's a lunch break on the way to Chicago. Please! Move!
It's a little hard to tell, but that water tower is painted with roses, complete with stems. Neat.
The rest of the stay in Chicago was... nightmarish. I have never run into such rude, anti-social, just plain nasty people in my life. And they were all employed by Greyhound. Ugh. I've been screamed at, lied to, and generally treated like dirt. *Never* going Greyhound again.
I can't believe the bus driver got lost trying to find the bus terminal in Columbus. >.<
I think this is all Columbus Ohio. Indianapolis was too dark to take pictures as I recall.
Daylight! Sweet daylight! And Mom really wanted pictures of the Appalachians. Approaching Pittsburgh, as I recall.
It's so pretty. And these disposable cameras definitely have issues when it comes to light conditions. Bright afternoon sun? Fine! Indoors with flash or morning or evening sun? Grainy like you wouldn't believe.
And again with the rudeness. I was even lied to, again! Greyhound seems to hire people based on how terrible they can make the trip.
It's a pretty, wonderfully bright day. So why did the lady in Customer Service insist that the delay was due to weather? And why couldn't the bus I was supposed to be on wait just 5 minutes past it's departure time so about half a dozen people get on? *sigh*
It's not just steel. It's a mish-mash of every architectural style since the Middle Ages!
It's hard to see, but that's white marble, a fancy rug, and crystal chandeliers. 0.0 I was going to stay there!?
Here I am! Really! Finally! 16 hours late, but I'm here! Yes!
But my adventures don't end there. I still have to get to the room. And boy is that a story!
But for next time.Current Mood: awake Current Music: (watching Urban Legends) |
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I think I may die
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Feb. 19th, 2008 @ 08:16 pm
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What with the lack of sleep, the hellish conditions with Greyhound, and the stress of being several thousand miles from home, I'm amazed I haven't died yet.
I just got back from a con in Washington DC. What's crazy is that I want to go back there. Just not necessarily for a con and *definitely* not by Greyhound bus.
Details will follow, but first I need to recover both physically and mentally. (And I didn't even take any drugs or alcohol besides a sip of sake. How do people *survive* that sort of thing??)Current Mood:  I may sleep for a week Current Music: watching Dirty Jobs |
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