Fridayville

[theodosia]

Just a few minutes before I go down to breakfast, I've deemed myself "awake" enough to do that, even though I really only got about four hours of full-out sleep. I managed to stay in bed for another hour or so, and then I've gotten online and caught up a little with the world.

ConneXions has been a long cornucopia of meeting, greeting and getting to know, not to mention hanging with the folks that I already know, like byob_kenobi and brooklinegirl. I got to hang out in the bar with heuradys, lynnmonster and others, went out to dinner with a small improvised group that included katallison, dsudis and reginagiraffe. We pretty much stopped the car because a parking space had just opened up in front of a Tapas restaurant that Regina knew of -- I had two tapas entries, a salmon (which I declared I'd f*ck) and a chicken (which I decided to marry, it was so good.) The others seemed equally pleased with their selections which were things like crab cakes, a divine artichoke salad that I got a bite of, and a paella that Regina and McGeorge (our intrepid not-on-LJ driver, who sings some serious opera) shared.

Then we drove around Baltimore, looking for the way back to the hotel, which may have been a little harrowing for driver McGeorge and navigator Regina, but in the back seat we could relax and comment excitedly on the scenery, which included crazed pedestrians and the Bromo-Seltzer tower. Eventually the con hotel was located and we got back in good time for the Friday night vid show.

(I don't think I can do justice to the vids, so I'm not going to even try at this point. Except to add that I never really realized how slashy Starsky & Hutch was, but if one random vid can make a good argument, a whole six or a dozen is rather an air-tight case. Most surprising vid of the evening was one using footage from Disney's El Dorado... which, you know, is a cartoon. Yet the queer subtext was there....)

Then later, the Due South party up in the swanky suite that justacat is sharing where I got to talk to more online friends like ardent and the_star_fish and bluster, and justacat enlivened things by reading outloud an infamous badfic rec -- so askye, you were there in spirit.

reginagiraffe also had miniature spork pins she'd made for us all, which are adorable beyond belief.

More later, if I get on -- there was gay porn on the TV in one room, and the behavior of slashers in regard to it was so damn amusing. But I'd better get to breakfast before all the good toast is taken....

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[imkalena.livejournal.com]

there was gay porn on the TV in one room, and the behavior of slashers in regard to it was so damn amusing

It so happened that in Robin & ZorroRojo's Gay Porn Room at Escapade, a bunch of us were laying on the floor watching -- except for Denise Raymond, who was on the couch, knitting a pair of socks while she took in the joy of naked boys fucking. Talk about cognitive dissonance.

[elenabtvs.livejournal.com]

Was the badfic the one with the Mountie juice? askye quoted me that because she felt that my psyche was too unscarred.

[theodosia.livejournal.com]

I do believe so... the exact phrase is 'Canadian nectar', which really needs to get some award as an unlikely euphemism. There were other mind-blowingly bad phrases and unlikely choreography in that story....

[elenabtvs.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear god... Canadian nectar is worse than Mountie juice. I apparently had repressed the true awfulness of it...

Thanks for rescarring me!

Canadian nectar - that's up there with undead soldiers for taking the fun out of fucking.