DragonCon 2006 Sunday: The Fan Dance
A large part of the DragonCon experience is meeting the fans. For some of us, Con maybe the first time we leave the house.
For others, Con is the first time we put a real life face to the online voice in our heads.
This meeting of minds can be exciting or perplexing. I'm sure everyone has met an online friend in real life and been shocked
when they were prettier/uglier/smellier/smarter/nicer/meaner than how they presented themselves via the blinking cursor. Every
once and a while you meet someone who matches their online persona perfectly. But the brass ring of fan encounters is when
you meet a stranger, another fan, and you hit it off. I was lucky enough to do this with my fellow fans msmisery, calzephyr,
and OrangeSam/princessbride24. Hopefully, the fan-friends you meet can continue interacting with you online, the place where
most of our fannish obsessions were born.
As rocknrollgidget and I stood in the line for the Buffy Cast panel, we had the pleasure of meeting a group of Buffy folk
that liked all the things we liked, made fun of all the things we liked to make fun of, and liked our Andy Hallet gossip.
countessmary and her clique were super fun and entertaining as we waited in the heat and cigarette smoke for entrance to the
panel. We suspect she and her krewe may be more fabulous than us. We hope not. But either way, friend us! *makes "call us!"
gesture* Anyway, we regaled her with our love of Tribe and invited her to some of the events.
The next tribe event was Tom Hern's panel. It was one of the best Tribe panels offered although I hear Matt Robinson lead
a really good acting workshop. Tom's Q&A was fast paced, multi-media and mostly cringe-free. Sure, I learned more about Tom's
"piddly biceps" more than I cared to be informed, but unlike the first musical performance that I attended in 2003, there
was less crying, swearing and blasphemy this time around. I left that to all the fuddy-duddies who were tut-tutting the central
conceit of Tom's short film (prisoners who escape from prison by hiding keys in their rectums).
Aaaaaand there is just no way to segue from assholes to dinner in an elegant way, is there? The next event we attended was
the Girls of 4218 thank you dinner. The Girls of 4218 sponsored the DragonCon 2006 appearance of Caleb Ross. Kellygirl and
I were some of the fans approached to donate money to the Girls' cause. We went to dinner and had a lovely time chatting with
the Girls. You have to wonder about what the experience was like for Caleb Ross. Was he our collective date? Or the suckling
pig at the Luau? If so, then there was plenty of pork to go around because who should be eating at Benihana that evening?
Aaron Douglas and Tahmoh Penikett! Don't worry, we just did a casual walk-by to get a good look. We don't hide behind shower
curtains or anything, no stalking for us!
It was at this dinner when CalZeph revealed that she had an extra ticket to the Terrestrial Media VIP dinner. Contrary to
what Kell implies, I offered her the ticket first because she had missed out on evening fun. And when I was all set to go
, I did plan to have a good time. Because drinking Champagne on another person's dime is always an amusing way to make a statement.
And what statement did I intend to make? You can't keep a Fabulous Girl down! Snub us, ban us, run from us…we'll always
get the scoop and we'll always dish the dirt. However, in hindsight, Kellygirl should have gone because a) she is more discrete
and b)turns out it was Kell who earned the wrath of TM first, not me! Can you believe it! I know, I'm bowled over. When has
my mouth not gotten me into trouble?
Seriously, I do try to restrain myself sometimes. That evening, after we got back from Benihana, the girls and I go to a performance
by The Last Picture Show. I walk in during the middle of a song named "Crash." The same song I disliked last year and the
year before that. And then they expounded on their musical philosophy which relies heavily on "heart" and not so much on education,
discipline, or technique. When I went to the VIP dinner, I was anxious to avoid sitting next to an LPS member so I wouldn't
have to give my opinion. No such luck.
I know our Con reports are filled with tidbits, snark and gossip, but usually I'm pretty discrete. Tell me something in confidence
and I'll take it to the grave. The problem is, if I don't know it is supposed to be a secret, especially since everyone else
already knows this secret, I can't very well be expected to keep it, can I? So imagine my chagrin when I realized that a Cast
member was not being sarcastic when he fed me a line about Saturday night's drama. And then he begged me to be honest with
him. Now, who am I to say no to a pretty boy?
I don't have the constitution for that type of constancy. That's left up to another cast member's object of affection. Poor
girl, followed by a love sick puppy while she vainly tries to attract another's attention. Isn't that always the way? Sadly,
it has come to my attention that said girl, instead of earning our amusement and compassion, has earned fandom scorn, simply
for being pretty and attracting the eye of a cast member. For shame, people! For shame! Don't hate the playa', hate the game!
Fandom in-fighting, especially around matters such as Cast attention, really puts a damper on the night. Add alcohol and soon
dirty looks dissolve into tears. Ever anxious to get my pirate on at the Pirate Party, I try to cajole my partners in crime
to move on to the puffy shirted, corseted fete. As the hours tick by, I realize that this won't be happening as our group
is mad at each other. I play the mediator and eventually we end up at the hotel again, late, sans pirates.
Turns out the Pirate Party got closed down before we got there. Too many salty dogs in the crow's nest and the Fire Marshall
made everyone walk the plank. Kellygirl was disapointed and annoyed with me. The other girls were busy making up. And I got
to spend a lot of money on a costume (halter top corset, mini peasant dress, boots and a big feathered hat) that I never got
The rest of the night did not get better. Sure, I met a girl at Drum Circle who could African Dance and I learned some moves
from her. But as usual, no dance party can be complete until some guy gets fresh, I say "cool it", and then I get bruised.
Last year, I got Storm Trooper armor to the face. This year the guy swears he "accidentally" kicks me in the knee. And then
he follows me around and won't leave me alone.
Clearly, my milkshake is bringing all the wrong boys to the yard, so I skedaddle. In the process, I lose my beautiful handmade
wreath. Some guys at the elevator refer to me as "that girl in the purple thing" and act offended when I turn down their offer
and say "the only date I have tonight is with my bed." It's just not a good scene. Instead of the usual mating dance, people
are beginning to get aggressive and demanding. Girls get more desperate and outrageous. Boys get drunker and belligerent.
There is no more fun in the flirtation and that is just not fabulous. But we'll save the tales of attention-whoring for Monday