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DragonCon 2006 - Saturday
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KellyGirl's Report

As per usual, we did not get up for the Parade. Considering that I looked down at the street from our 25th floor window and said “it’s just people walking down the street” I don’t regret the sleeping in. After some breakfast, we headed down to the lowest floor dealers room where I debate about a new bellydance belt and Dreago again finds herself sucked into a conversation she never wanted because she’s too nice. Then we head to a Dean Haglund Q&A which is amusing but not enough to keep Dreago awake so she sneaks out early.

We meet up again to go wait in line for the Firefly panel. Curses! Although we have shown up plenty early, we still end up having to wait outside in the sun and heat. Luckily, it doesn’t mean we don’t get good seats – because we do. Since Adam Baldwin cancelled, it’s just Alan Tudyk who makes me laugh and I *heart* him muchly and Summer Glau who is just so… odd and childlike it makes me fear that Hollywood will kill her soul.

From there it’s on to Mature Themes on The Tribe panel which is more of the usual. Saturday night is another night spent searching for fun that never quite materializes until I get separated from everyone and decide to just give up and go back to the room to sleep.


Dreago's Report

DragonCon 2006 Saturday: In which we try to get the party started.
Saturday was BattleStar Galactica day. I chose to appropriately attire myself in something simple with clean lines in a neutral color like any other colonist in the Battlestar-verse. Ok, fine, I just slapped on a name tag with the number two on it and said I was a Cylon. I happily skipped to the BSG panel, visions of promised priority seating dancing in front of me. And then I found that no one had thought to reserve my chair or for that matter, even attempt to take care of it. Everyone was just too busy or forgot. I did end up getting a front row seat at the very, very end of the row. Happily I was seated next to princessbride24 she provided me with plenty of colorful commentary. And a good view of Tahmoh Pinikett's face as Sam constantly and loudly declared her love for him and he looked our way.

Interesting tidbits from the panel: Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful James Callis marred his aforementioned beauty by growing some big mountain man beard. He looked rueful when some woman in the audience confused him for the other completely different but just as good looking actor who plays Dr. Julian Bashir on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (Alexander Siddig). People expect the actress who plays Ellen Tigh to be just like her bitchy, boozy counterpart. Aaron Douglas was widowed in March and found the emotional intensity of his role to be very challenging at times because of his grief. Richard Hatch thinks both versions of BSG are pretty. Tahmoh Penikett is Candian. Okay, that last one is well known but I don't remember much more about him because of Sam's persistent love serenades to him.

Oooh, but I do have a good blind item about one of the panelists. Which privileged white male was encouraged by his chauvanist handler to have his sexual pick of a random and then affronted group of female audience members? This panelist was nonplussed and dare I say, willing, when his handler complained that in these modern times, the suffering panelists had to put up with who he thought were uppity groupies who expected to be greeted before they were bedded by a stranger who uses his off camera credentials to play like he was an on camera star? I guess if you are female and willing to stand in line to try to glimpse the cast, that also means you are standing in line to sexually service strangers. Asshole.

The Firefly panel was one long hazy mind trip. After I stood outside for almost two hours, cursing my stupidity at wearing a wool dress in the heat, I was properly docile and subdued when we found our seats in the air conditioned auditorium. Summer Glau was odd and serene. Alan Tudyk was spazzy and glib. I was sleepy. Maybe we were all smoking the same damn thing.

Having skipped dinner in order to take a short nap, naturally I was cranky and crabby at the Mature Themes panel. Still, I was sure it was not just me when I found myself yawning and eyeing my banana with great interest. There really wasn't anything racy about the panel. In fact, when one person lumped playing a lesbian on par with playing a crackwhore, I propose that we were indulging in the very opposite of maturity.

The panel was punctuated with the same damn questions, the same awkward silences. Except of course for one guy who appeared to be conversing with the characters the actors played about his ideas for fanfiction. Oh sure, I'm sure he'd say that he's just hypothesizing about what could have happened- Wouldn't it be cool if Ram and Ruby got married? Do you think that Siva wasn't really dead? What if there was a Tribe 6 where monkeys ruled and Lex was their slave?-What if NO ONE CARES AND THERE ARE NO ANSWERS TO THESE QUESTIONS?!! Oh, the agony and the awkwardness. But my banana was good.

So Kell, Sam, Shannon and I are reasonably cute but 100% fabulous. Surely finding a party to go to would be no problem. Having decided to attend the Pirate Party the next night, we girls go looking for a good time. And that is about all we do. Shut out of most of the evening events because they were full to capacity, I showed off my mutant superpower (always being able to get the bartender to mix a double for the price of one shot) for the ladies and then we were off to a rip-snoringly bored time. We just couldn't find the party.

So here is what I learned. I have great Alcohol tolerance….when I'm eating carbs. Apparently, all protein+ two drinks= Drunk dreago. Now, I don't get stupid or anything. I impressed the girls with my ability to do fancy math with the bartender and to nimbly weave in and out of the crowd. Drunk dreago is just numb to life. I flit in and out, between fairy wings and pillars because I can't feel anything. So, risking plowing over someone or vice versa does not concern me. I don't think this power is bestowed on the other girls because we keep losing people in our party train and we have to go back and rescue them, trapped like butterflies in a web of whips, choke collars, smelly Elvin capes and pizzas reeking of Con Crud. Kellygirl eventually just gives up.

I can't feel my feet, I can't feel my back, I can't feel my hands…let's limbo! Alcohol makes me a tad more affectionate and a tad more demonstrative. Sadly, it did not make a tad less bored. I went to drum circle and admired the great dancers. I taught some of the other girls what I had learned so we could all do the hurly burly at least one time around the circle. But since I could not feel the ground, I could not dance properly. I talked briefly with one girl in the fandom who I had always thought looked cool but had never met before. And then I went to bed, leaving the other girls to their wits.

As usual, had I been willing to tolerate boredom for another hour, I would not have missed the great drama that went down. This is what happened to me last year and the year before. Apparently all the good stuff that causes the gossip begins when I slip between the sheets. Wait, hold on, I don't think I wrote that right.

Anyway, hearts were broken, tears were shed, allegedly threats of harm were uttered and people were sent home. The witty girls drank even more and called everyone whores. The worst part is that in a few hours everyone but the most important person in the melee knew what had gone down. Had I known it was supposed to be a secret, had I known that the VIP was not being sarcastic when he told me what he knew, I might have kept my mouth shut. Maybe. It is hard to say no when a pretty boy asks you nicely. Alas, drunk dreago is even wordier then sober dreago. Especially when the Champagne is free and the party starts on Sunday. Stay tuned.