I know everyone wants photos of the party, but I didn't take any. I was too busy being dressed up as a geeky Princess Leia who killed a storm trooper, hence the bloody hands, so instead I offer the Avitaween 2008 group photos to you. This weekend was incredibly amazing. I think it topped other blogger group events for me because of the close bonds I formed with so many people. Also, I got felt up by Hilly despite the No Touching the Poppy rule.
And now for a condensed recap.
– begin weekend –
Fly to Orlando.
Go to Hilton and check in many, many hours earlier.
Learn there is a Star Trek convention in the hotel.
Take a nap. A sleeping nap. Only sleeping. Sleepy sleep.
Wake up and eat hotel food.
Receive txt from Brad that we shouldn't eat the hotel food. Meet up with bloggers (Janelle, Sheila, Becky, Karl, Christine, Crys, Delmer, Turnbaby, Brad, Mikey/LeSombre, Dawg, and me) for drinks at the hotel bar, drinks and steak and coconut coated onion rings at Bahama Breeze, more drinks at the bar and invitation to see the Star Trek vendor show a day early.
Bedtime that involved more than sleep, but no stories necessary.
Wake up, eat a pound of bacon for breakfast at hotel buffet.
Go to the Elephant Bar to meet Jen from For the Birds and her husband Andy to eat vegetable stir fry with tofu, shop for geeky boots and Dawg's costume, and buy pantyhose.
Go see Zack and Miri Make a Porno with many people (I didn't care for it, surprisingly). Rush to the hotel to prep for the party.
Go to the party to see old friends, meet new friends, drink too much, eat too little (RSVP NEXT YEAR, PEOPLE! OR THE FOOD DOESN'T LAST LONG ENOUGH! ), and sing karaoke.
Go home with Finn and Mister M at 3:00am.
Have a very good bedtime. (A very good bedtime. Wow. World rocked. whee!)
Wake up early, realize time change means it's even earlier, txt Mikey about eating breakfast.
Eat breakfast with Mikey, Christine, Dawg.
Say bye to friends.
Go to airport… or try to anyway and wait 20 extra minutes in traffic because of two bad accidents due to rain.
Get to airport to change our 8:55pm flight to a 5:30pm flight — success!
Eat chicken fettucine alfredo and chicken parm at Macaroni Grill in the airport.
Go home.
More happy bedtime before my first day of work.
– end weekend –
I had my first day at work today. It went swimmingly. I am the first female IT Guy to be hired there. I had a turkey sandwich and Utz honey barbecue chips for lunch. I tried to shoe shop for an hour and a half before work but never found a shoe store. Ummmmm… I watched some crazy bitch yell at a pregnant woman in the production area. I took the sardine can from W 53 St/Broadway to 71 Ave for steak dinner and it took a veeeeeeeeeery long time to get there because the train before our train was busted so twice as many people were trying to load onto our train then we had to wait for the busted train to get off the track. Still couldn't find a shoe place. I have a new laptop! And an ID card that doesn't have my photo on it. I'm getting my Blackberry tomorrow, presumably. I need to decorate my workspace. I now have a cube instead of an office with a door but it's huge and I get to listen to fun conversations all day so I'm actually happy about it. I think I mentioned that I have a boyfriend about 167 billion times today.
I still enjoy riding the subway.
Please vote. It's the law.
Thank you soooooo much to Adam and Amy and everyone who helped with the preparations. The party was fanfuckingtastic!!!!!!!!!
If I were not such a lazy child I would have mailed this already, but I am lazy so it's sitting in the hallway waiting to be walked down many stairs, then a very long block, then over another few blocks to the mailbox so that it can begin its travel to my mom and stepdad. Today is their anniversary, and I am so glad to say they are my inspiration for life-long happiness in a relationship. They are still two crazy kids who are madly in love, walking off into the sunset hand-in-hand. (bleep.) (yay.)
After Sunday's shoot Dawg and I went to M&M World and Hershey then had steaks with his parents then we went home and I asked him to tell me stories about his life before I knew him so he did.
And because there are so many links in this post I just target="_blank" 'd all the links. You are welcome.
Earl recommended a restaurant to me that is near where I live. It happens to be a restaurant owned by Dawg's very good friend Beaner/Lollipop's family. Ohhhhhhhhhh, the irony. Did I not just tell the world why I was so happy I moved from "France"? I did.
And, small world of small worlds, today I will be hanging out with the gorgeous and infinitely talented Finn, who is in town with her family, to actually walk inside of The Metropolitan Museum (of Art, I presume) then we will meet up with Neil for lunch… maybe at PINCH & S'MAC (I better remember my Lactaid). After that Neil and I will wander off to have an adventure that does NOT involve visting a supermarket. Who knows what… Maybe we can people-watch and decide who is just trying to scam on tourists like we did at BrittCon.
And for the benefit of those not inside of my head: "That Song" is "It's a Small World" which we had to sing ooooover and ooooover and ooooover again in grade school (Break Boy can vouch for this) and one day when we were singing it I put my hand up to my mouth, brought it back down, and there was blood and a tooth on my finger. blurg.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, COUSIN! Love you, kiddo! Hope you get some tonight! (I'm such a bad older cousin.)
That's what's on Dawg's desk. How do I know? Because I'm sitting at it, typing to you. And when I look over to my left I see a shitload of my stuff that I brought down here so that I can live here temporarily while we look for a place of our own.
As expected, leaving the cats wrecked me. I can't think about it for too long without bursting into tears. I left my kids at home. I left them in capable hands, but they're not Dawg's and my hands, which is where I want them to be. Incentive to hurry the hell up and find a place to live.
Also, saying goodbye to EZA and LLA was painful, but… it really hurt much worse when Break Boy and HLW said goodbye to me. Break Boy and I have years 6-8 then years 18-34 together. HLW and I have my years 14-34 (her years 15-35) together. These are lifelong friends. And I just left them. And now my eyes are all wet. No wonder I have such a splitting headache.
I totally forgot to say goodbye to PiC yesterday. I feel bad about that, after all he did for me to send me off right. But… what would we have done? Given an uncomfortable "see ya" hug? When I crossed into Connecticut this morning, my first time ever being there, I was reminded again by his birthplace that I forgot to say goodbye to him. Sorry… I'll make it up to you in the future by babysitting Too Legit and Nigel because, um, I'm just in the next state over, it's really not that far. Just gimme 7+ hours notice, kthxBAI. (Peee Essss - Thanks for not letting anyone sing at me.)
I just had Chinese food with Dawg's parents. They love me. Life is very good.
Life will be made better when Dawg gets home from work tonight and slips into (hee, our… ok, ok, HIS bed but I get to sleep there EVERY NIGHT NOW, wheeeeee!) bed next to me, and of course a little later on when the girls can join us in that bed in our new home together, but I'm hardly complaining. Everything feels amazingly right, as I never doubted it would.
I'm pretty sure I mentioned before that back in grade school the breakdancers (two bboys and a bgirl) used to do their thing on a flattened out cardboard box at lunch time and I was always mesmerized.
Naturally, this mesmerizes me too:
Super Cr3w FTW! Even though America's Best Dance Crew seems like a severely stupid show, I wouldn't mind suffering through watching every week just to see these guys win.
This is the part I love about having a boyfriend who blogs. I never know what he is going to write, and this post took me by complete surprise, but in a very good way. My eyes are happy-wide and I have the biggest grin on my face. Plus I have the added bonus of looking over to my left and grinning at him while he sleeps. bleeeeep.
Soooooooo, I made 1 big long video and chopped it up into 10 parts but my computer crashed and I lost parts 4-7. I thought I had part 4 which was this really great part of me explaining the homeless guy who sat next to Avi at Iron Man and then at the end of that segment of the video I get a phone call from Dawg but that segment didn't make it off the computer as I thought it had.
So, part 4 is simply gone.
Parts 5-7 I was able to play on the computer so I used my digital camera to film them. They kept freezing so I have to actually take the time to edit them. Pain in my ass because I'm really busy and don't have the time to do that, so it'll be a while before you actually get to hear anything at all about TequilaCon itself, but… honestly, that's what everyone else recapped so instead you get the bits around TC! And maybe later when I have the time I can share the actual TC event with you.
I know everyone wants photos of the party, but I didn't take any. I was too busy being dressed up as a geeky Princess Leia who killed a storm trooper, hence the bloody hands, so instead I offer the Avitaween 2008 group photos to you. This weekend was incredibly amazing. I think it topped other blogger group events for me because of the close bonds I formed with so many people. Also, I got felt up by Hilly despite the No Touching the Poppy rule. 
Meet up with bloggers (Janelle, Sheila, Becky, Karl, Christine, Crys, Delmer, Turnbaby, Brad, Mikey/LeSombre, Dawg, and me) for drinks at the hotel bar, drinks and steak and coconut coated onion rings at Bahama Breeze, more drinks at the bar and invitation to see the Star Trek vendor show a day early.
Rush to the hotel to prep for the party.
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