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KellyGirl's Reports
KellyGirl's first report - Thursday: Pre-Con
I’m usually so organized but frankly having been to Florida for the funeral just 11 days before this trip really threw
me off. So although it had been in my head, I hadn’t actually started packing until Tuesday. Which is how I wound up
with two suitcases and a messenger bag and not enough shoes. Not to mention more food than we could possibly eat because I
packed food in an effort to be budget conscious. The plan was we would only have dinner out and that it would be a decent
meal - no crappy fast-food. I do have to say that after watching Dreago struggle with her one giant suitcase, I was pretty
glad to have my two smaller ones. But the important part is that we both made it to Atlanta. Dreago was waiting there for
me when I de-planed after having had to run all over the airport. What kind of airport doesn’t have all the planes on
one airline in the same area? Anyway, Dreago’s looking very fancy in her white pants and jacket with a flowy low-cut
green top. Later, as we were checking into the hotel, I realized that in my jeans/open black shirt over a Misfits t-shirt
I looked like her butch girlfriend. Which is probably the only time in my life that the word ‘butch’ has been
used to describe me. Oh, and FYI - as much as I love the Glen Danzig Misfits, the t-shirt was actually the Misfits from Jem
& the Holograms so that makes it slightly less butch. Okay, I’m going to stop saying butch now.
We stayed at the Marriott again and were super pleased and surprised to find a bathrobe in our closet! Just one but still.
And since Dreago had packed a robe I got to claim it for my very own. Which is good because those hotel towels are not big
enough to wrap around a person who has breasts. Since we were going to be there for so many days, I insisted on unpacking.
Home away from home, y’all. Dreago’s staff so we wander on over to the Tribe track room where I got to see first
hand the Lex and Siva costumes that were sent over to be auctioned off. They are both tiny people. And I mean that in the
‘so cute I could squish them’ way. Eventually, the track staff is gathered and with me (the interloper) tagging
along, Scapebabe drives us out to one of her favorite local restaurants. Which, I don’t know, maybe I’m just wierd
or I’ve been burned too many times trying to share things I appreciate with people but it’s really nice that she
was willing to take a bunch of people she may not know very well there. Yummy food was had and I got my introduction to Calzephyr
along with Danielle and Lindsay, who may have cute pseudonyms but I don’t know them.
Upon returning from dinner, Dreago is nice enough to accompany me over to Registration, which thankfully is not crowded as
it’s about 10:30pm. We also run into Matt Robinson for the first time but he’s chatting with other people and
we are so not going to hang around like little fangirls. There will be plenty of time for chatting with him later. And so
we return to our room to get our last decent night of sleep before the Con swings into action.
Friday - The Many Types of Discomfort
We don’t exactly get to sleep in. Tribe Red Dragon is throwing a VIP Breakfast and the Fabulous Girls are invited. And
so, we primp. Arriving at the suite, there’s a buffet set up along with some tables and chairs as well as couches yet
no one seems to be eating. Okay, I see one guy finishing up but that’s it. Whatever, it’s not going to inhibit
me. Hello, bacon and eggs and potatoes. I’m wondering if maybe I should say hello or introduce myself to someone but
then... it happens. Matt and John are going to do a few songs. Now let me tell you, I already believe that whoever invented
the “jazz brunch” deserves a good smack upside the head. For me to try to eat with someone in close proximity
performing is just massively uncomfortable. I feel like I need to be polite and pay attention but dammit, my food’s
getting cold! In the end everyone survives the performance with little physical or emotional damage. Dreago has a fashionista
chat with a woman whose name I don’t remember. By the way, that’ll be an ongoing theme for the weekend - I am
terrible at remembering names. We then get a chance to chat briefly with John and Matt a bit. And thus begins our campaign
of fear, so that by the time we have our interview with them tomorrow they will be terrified of us. *evil genius cackle* Really,
John seems like a total sweetie-pie but it’s so fun to tease.
The first Tribe track event is the Welcome. We pop into that and then wander off to do some shopping unfortunately making
it back to the second panel just in time to catch only the last minute or so of the message that Raymond Thompson had taped
for the fans. Oh well. I really hope that he makes it to DragonCon (or some other US con) someday. I would totally fangirl
him and there’s not many people I could say that about. The only other one I can come up with off the top of my head
is Rob Zombie. I don’t know how I’d manage to contain myself around Mr Zombie even though I’m actually only
three degrees of separation from him since my friend Erin used to work with his brother Spider at Tower. Anyway, from there
we hustle to get in line for the 4pm Serenity panel.
So, as is my destiny, I’m sitting next to a crazy person. The woman to my right keeps responding to the things the cast
is saying as if they are having an actual conversation with her. *stabbity stab stab* Also, we are repeatedly subjected to
“questions” that have no answer because the person just wants to say something into the microphone. Luckily, Adam
Baldwin is there to snark on people. When a fan asks a question about the shooting script, he responds with “You don’t
think we released the final shooting script to you?” Heh heh heh. I’m sure everyone’s heard about the exchange
between Morena and Ron when she was asked about women’s roles and she said she was very conscious about what roles she
takes. He interjected “Did I miss something or don’t you play a whore?” To which Morena said “The
word is companion. There’s a difference between me and who was in your room last night.” Also, Jewel and Morena
are the cutest thing ever with their “let’s be best friends” and shoving each other and saying “I
hate you.” I swear, they are just like Dreago and me which is why we had to run out and get a picture of the four of
us together. Also while discussing pranks they talked about how Morena had once pulled down Jewel’s pants in a bar though
Morena said “Not so anyone could see you.” When Jewel said “You could” the look they gave each other
was adorable.
From there it was on to the Mature Themes on the Tribe panel. Sadly, it kind of de-evolved into a Matt Q&A but some interesting
stuff was covered. Though of course, that panel is always going to be remembered as the one where Matt was asked what his
favorite swear word was. Because there was one dude in the crowd (and bear in mind you had to be 16 to get into this panel)
who did not know what the c*** word meant. *shakes head* So after the panel we’re kind of hanging in the hallway. Dreago
had brought her purchase of the day to show off - a sword. Now this isn’t a slash ‘em up type sword, it’s
a dull edge sword for bellydancing that you can balance on your head or hip. So Matt asks her about it and we start talking
to him about bellydancing. He asks if it’s improved our confidence and I comment that it’s certainly improved
my posture. And then, obviously still under the influence of the mature themes panel, Matt turns to me and asks me if it’s
improved my sex life.
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Sometimes quick wit evades KellyGirl. Eventually I muttered something about how I’d have to ask which even now sounds
so stupid I’m blushing. Truth be told, although I’ve taken 3 terms of classes and a chakra workshop, I’ve
only been studying since January. And because of taking so many classes and trying to spend time with Dreago because I knew
she was moving and other socializing (most of which is with the Happy Hour crew and I’m not the kind of girl who pees
in the pool she plays in), I just haven’t had time. I know, I know - the world’s tiniest violin is playing for
the girl who’s calendar is too full to make time for romance.
Friday isn’t over yet. We try to go to the Harry Potter Sorting Ceremony but it’s full by the tiime we get there
though we do end up in a long discussion about book 6 theories with some guy. After that Dreago and I head to the bar (where
we spy Mercedes McNab) to grab some food before we go upstairs to do the final prep for our interview tomorrow. Once we’ve
got our questions sorted out for a good flow, it’s time to freshen up and change into yet another outfit to go to the
Serenity Shindig. It took me a while to get warmed up but then after dancing for a while things got too warm and I had to
stop and drink lots of water. Everyone looked very pretty in their party clothes so pictures were taken. Finally somewhere
around 3am, it was bedtime.
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Dreago's Reports
*Please note that Dreago requested that I put this up even though it makes me blush.
Ode to a Fabulous Girl...Pre-DragonCon2005
In honor of our upcoming trip to DragonCon, I bring you a dozen reasons why travelling with Kellygirl is marvellous.
* Kellygirl understands the need for girly luxuries. We have sprung for a fancy room in the "concierge" level of the hotel
because we like having a nice big bed, free breakfast and our own separate elevator. She understands my quest to one day be
in a room where we are supplied with free terrycloth bathrobes. She will not make fun of me when I check the closet in every
hotel we stay in, just in case my dream has come true.
* Kellygirl understands the value of a buck. This means that we will be stealing enough food from the breakfast to pack our
lunch every day. Because although we can both afford it, somehow we must justify the extra expense of the fancy room. She
understands my need to punish myself when I do something nice just for me.
* Kellygirl understands that it is a genetic impossibility for me to be on time anywhere. Kellygirl compensates for my tardiness
by doing a proper itinerary for trip and having back up plans for any changes. She patiently tells me what to do and when
to do it when I get overwhelmed and can't make decisions for myself anymore.
* Kellygirl understands that a proper vacation involves regular naps. And taking the shower first so I can sleep in an extra
twenty minutes.
* Kellygirl understands that a proper vacation involves good food. So although we will be stealing our lunch, all our dinners
will be eaten in nice restaurants. There will be no questionable diners crawling with god knows what on the slice of pie that
has been sitting under the glass for god knows how long on our trips, even if we are starving. She shares my motto: "If you
go to KFC, don't get the fish sandwich"
* Kellygirl understands the novelty of eating in exotic locales. This means both of us are very happy eating in a restaurant
where the piano and the singer are suspended from the ceiling. Or the Baskin Robbins has a drive through. Or eating in the
bed. And if we ever get a room with one of those giant tubs, eating in the bath (finally I can be like those old time movie
stars where they sip champagne in a heart shaped tub of bubbles).
* Kellygirl understands the importance of window seats and kosher/hallal/vegetarian meals on the planes. She will never tease
me when I eagerly look forward to the selection and will gently deliver the bad news that no, there is no meal on my flight.
* Kellygirl never undertips or sticks someone with the tab.
* Kellygirl would never throw up and leave me to clean it up.
* Kellygirl would never eat with her mouth open.
* Kellygirl doesn't care that I drive erratically and that sometimes we get lost. She is not afraid of her own mortality.
* Kellygirl bathes regularly, puts up with my whims ("I bought a fancy new hair dryer! Let's experiment on you!") and doesn't
complain too much when I steal the sheets and growl at her in my sleep when she tries to steal them back.
In short, Kellygirl puts up with far too much and I love her dearly for it.
Damn, I need me a Lucy and Ethel at the chocolate factory icon. Because all BFFness should involve chocolate and hijinks.
Thursday's child has far to go.... DragonCon 2005
The pesky thing about being gainfully employed is that there is never enough time to enjoy the fruits of one's labor, i.e.
vacation time. Getting ready for vacation means that one puts in double the time at the office just to get ready to go. By
the time Thursday rolled around, I had put in enough overtime to make up for being out that day and Friday. Which is why I
was repacking all my crap and freaking out Thursday morning when I realized my massive suitcase was 63 pounds heavy. About
13 pounds over the baggage limit.
But I needed those nine pairs of shoes! Never mind that this year I had nothing to wear and griped about it continually in
my Live Journal, but still managed to scrimp up two outfits per day. Never mind that I managed to pack my Ipod and charger,
my laptop and charger, my PDA and charger and then stupidly forgot my camera at home. Nevermind that I had packed every warm
weather outfit I had, leaving me to be ridiculously over and underdressed for flying to Atlanta. I ended up wearing a spectacularly
low cut green chiffon top and sheer pinstriped silk pants. I felt almost naked and resolved to keep my jacket on as long as
perspiringly possible. Which sadly wasn't that long because hello, humidity, hello, Atlanta in August.
Dragging half your weight in clothing while tottering on wedge sandals? Not so much with the comfort. I'm sure the sight of
me pathetically dragging my monstrous valise engendered much pity. Or lasciviousness. Eventually, some guy offered to help
carry my suitcase up the stairs. Apparently not satisfied with my thanks, he asked, "what would you women do without men?"
I replied, "Vibrators and elevators" because an obvious question merits an obvious answer.
After we register and Kellygirl indulges in a lesbian freak-out (I mean come on, kellygirl being butch? Bwah ha ha! If anything
I was the butch when I made her tie my necktie on Saturday, but whatever) we bump into the 4218 girls. Calzephyr may have
missed Matt, but I, I missed her. I was so excited to introduce her to my partner-in-crime, kellygirl. I just knew we would
be kindred spirits. And we were and it was Fabulous.
Eventually the staff goes up to the Tribe Red Dragon Suite where they give us VIP tickets to a breakfast. This year, Tribe
Red Dragon displayed bold initiative by being the Tribe fanclub that sponsored this year's Tribe Guests, Matt Robinson and
John Mullaney, a Star Wars Illustrator and Teletubbies artist. As I am not very actively involved in Tribe fandom, I was curious
about putting faces to all the names I occasionally came across in my meanderings on the world wide web.
Also, I kinda loved the teletubbies... when I was 19 and pot was not involved. *is ashamed*. Incidentally, I forgot to ask
Mr. Mullaney if he had anything to do with that laughing sunshine baby in the sky because if that's not a product of a deranged
mind, I don't know what is.
Anywhoo, enough about my earlier phase of Unfabulousness, the important part is that Kellygirl and I made it to our hotel
in one piece, registration was swift and painless, staff dinner was delicious and drama free AND THERE WAS A TERRYCLOTH BATHROBE
IN OUR ROOM WHEN WE GOT TO THE HOTEL.
As I hold terrycloth bathrobes to be the ultimate in hotel luxuries (that and whirlpool bathtubs stocked with champagne and
strawberries), I knew that this pure, simple cotton garment of fluffy goodness was a harbinger of good fortune.
The Fabulous Girls were back together again and we were ready to inapropriately famewhore ourselves around the Con one more
time. All the trials and tribulations were just proving grounds to test our resolve. The bathrobe foretold our success.
And lo, it was good.
Comedy of Manners - Friday, DragonCon 2005On Friday, Kellygirl and I kick off the Con by attending the
Tribe Red Dragon VIP breakfast. Kellygirl and I show up late, naturally, but are pleased to see that there is still some breakfast
left. Almost all the seating is taken, but we snag a small table off to the side of the room. We just begin to dig in when
horror strikes. Matt Robinson, Slade from Tribe season 5, gets up and says he and his bandmate John, are going to "sing for
our supper." Now what are we to do? Can you imagine the discomfort? Here in the US, if you want music and a meal, you
probably go to Medieval Times, a Vegas show or dinner theatre. And all of these locales expect you to eat while you watch.
But, if you find yourself at a Mexican restaurant and the mariachi singers come and serenade your table, you are expected
to stop and grin for a few seconds and then they move on and you sigh in relief and resume your meal. So now, the
boys are filling the suite with their voices and Kelly and I don't know what to do. They aren't serenading us personally,
but they are performing for the group. Does it count as a performance even though "the show" is in what appears to be a medium
sized living room? I resolve to compromise. Rather than let my eggs get cold, I choose to eat as quietly as possible, stopping
to watch here and there. I even busted out the fancy table manners for the occasion. And apparently, my manners were too nice
because since then I have heard several times that the way I ate breakfast was an entertaining sideshow to the main event.
Manners were very important as everyone working the event, both staff and TRD, were going to need our social niceties
this week. Even the simple arrangement of where the staff meeting was going to be held and which TRD representative was going
to join us ended up being a negotiation. Can't we all just get along? Just in case please and thank you didn't cut it, after the staff meeting, I went and bought myself a sword. This was my
first Con no-no. Now, the hubby doesn't care that we take separate vacations. He doesn't set all sorts of rules for me when
I go on a trip either. I don't have to call him every day, I can hang out in mixed company,I can dress as provocatively as
I want to and I can swing by Voltaire's table and giggle like a schoolgirl as often as I care to. Frankly, this is all as
it should be, but enough people have asked me what my poor sainted husband thinks of my shennanigans so I thought I would
address it here, once and for all. And yet, I manage to break the few rules he sets every time. For example, in the
past he has asked that I "don't end up on the Internet." Well, this website is proof that I wasn't successful. This
year it was "don't buy a sword." Which, on the first day of Con, I promptly did. The sword was an excellent price and it was
already balanced! I was so jazzed about my bellydance sword that I spent the whole day showing it off. Needless to say, when
I got home, the hubby was not amused. It's okay though, I have not lost a toe or killed a cat or put an eye out, all things
the hubby has feared would come to pass. People think twice about complaining about line cutters when you wield a
sword. Kellygirl and I were walking past the Serenity line when who yells out my name? Wisteria! It's so awesome that every
year we manage to meet up. She introduced me to her crowd, a mixed assortment of Buffy fans and fic writers. She had an excellent
spot in line, so we joined her. Okay, there may have been some sword rattling involved. We're bad. The thing I took
away from the Serenity panel is that Morena and Jewel? Are totally us. Kellygirl and I decided that we would have to take
our picture with them because well, when the Fabulous Girl movie comes out, we want them to play us. They told cute stories
about the pranks they pulled on each other and being BFF the first day on set. Awwww! I don't think that Kel and I have ever
asked each other to be best friends, but the first day I met her, I did invite a forty person group over to her house. Oh,
and once I told her that I loved her but she just laughed at me. Bitch. Curse words abounded at the Mature Themes panel.
Kellygirl already covered the curse word incident. Let me add that the aftermath to that exchange is that afterwards,
everytime I saw that perfectly nice and polite young man, I kept thinking, "oh, hey, there goes cunt boy." Matt Robinson
should be ashamed of himself for currupting that sweet southern boy. Why couldn't he have picked cock-sucker? That's
a nice mouthful and it starts with a C too. As I always say something innapropriate that I will regret later, my stunning
contribution to the panel discussion was my assertion that incest is the new anal sex. I stand by this comment, still. It's
the trendy taboo du jour, splashed all over cable, radio and print. I just wish I wasn't on camera when I said this. Oh
well, once the horses were let out of the barn there was no use NOT explaining to Matt how belly dance did improve "confidence"
by strengthened your kegal muscles. Although, why Mr. "My Favorite Word is Cunt" couldn't just ask straight out if our sex
lives were improved instead of first asking us about "confidence" which Kellygirl initially interpreted as his asking about
good posture is beyond me. If you're going to be innapropriate, you should do it the Fabulous Girl way: loud and proud, baby. After
dinner and after we finish preparing our interview questions, Kellygirl and I go down to the Firefly Shindig. Let me state
on the record that Closer2myself, the Tribe Track director, was also on the planning committee for this event and it showed.
This party was by far the best party of the weekend. Not only did staff get to dress up (I wore my ruched brown halter dressed
with amber beading) but we got to dance. I do love to dance. And although I am a spaz at it, I am committed.
I will dance until my feet bleed. I kept dragging girls to the floor to dance with me. Girls, because the hubby has always
asked that I do not dance with boys. He says that the only reason men dance with women is because they want to have sex
with them. Initially, when I first started attending Cons, I couldn't even dance with my gay male friends. Now, he has relaxed
it to "no freakin' on guys" because it's not like I can do anything about boys who come up and dance in your circle of gal
pals. Another rule broken as I ended up having to push a stormtrooper off me as he was getting a little too close
for comfort. Why is it that you try to be a good sport and people take advantage of it? For all my "leave space for the Holy
Ghost" attempts, I ended up getting an armor clad arm to the face. Rudeness karma reared its ugly head. Giggling, limping
and a bit dehydrated, we all leave moments after the bar closes. Once again, I have made Kellygirl dance with me to Top 40
and I have successfully evaded her attempts to get me to dance with her to goth, industrial or heavy metal. Dreago 2, Kellygirl
0. That'll teach her to laugh hysterically next time I express my feelings for her!
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