I'll be easy to find. I'll either be getting Jennie and the pirates drunk, prying jaime off whichever celebrity she's fixated on at the moment or seeing how long it takes me to get Voltaire queasy in the stomach THIS time.
Whether or not I have the queue still is up for grabs. Lately, everytime I wake up I've been so tempted to shave it off again.
Well, you've plenty of time before D*C to sort out any and all shaved bits. ;) As I've not seen you in forever and a day, I was unaware of said queue's presence. Though, it did lead to an odd mental image of you with a line of Brits standing on your face, shuffling their feet and muttering quietly whilst waiting for something.
*perfectly normal*
As for my whereabouts, aside from the bit where I'm ripping the skin from my fingers with corset laces (I had 5 bandaids on by the end of the first day due to my skin not being that tough), your guess is as good as mine. We seem to end up over at the other hotel, in the bar, chattering at people. I know I still owe Jewel Staite's husband a birthday spanking, as I promised him one this year and was unable to deliver due to scheduling difficulties. This year, however, I shall be there for the whole time, not just 2 of the nights!
Such an odd event. It still entertains me that I could meet a crapload of celebs and act perfectly cool and then turn into a gibbering fangirl at Jennie. I suck!
Isn't it funny who can actually get our fangeek thing going into overdrive? I was actually able to suppress my fanboy reaction when meeting jennie. Now THAT would have been embarressing.
Before that, the last time I went fanboyish on anyone was when I turned around and LITERALLY bumped into John DeLancie.
Crushing famous people is something that leaves one rather red in the face. She says, chagrined, recalling c5 and accidentally stepping on Poppy Z. Brite. Oops.
I hope I continue to not be a dork at people this year, and that I can carry on a reasonable facsimile of a conversation with Jennie, aside from "OMG! I want my picture with you!!! I never carry cash, or I'd have bought something!" Which, frankly, was lame. I shall have cash secreted somewhere about my personage next year, dammit. And hopefully the ability to step away from the booth for more than bathroom and supply runs.
As an aside; my key to not being a fangirl was not knowing who the hell anyone was. I spent about 8 years not watching any tv, and didn't watch any Firefly, nor knew who Jewel was, until after I returned home.
The conversation of "Sure, you can buy me a drink. Yup, picture taken with me, no problem. Oh, you were on the X-Files? Sorry, never really watched it much..." probably made me out to be a bit of a clueless jackass, but hey, at least I didn't geek at the guy.
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I'll be easy to find. I'll either be getting Jennie and the pirates drunk, prying jaime off whichever celebrity she's fixated on at the moment or seeing how long it takes me to get Voltaire queasy in the stomach THIS time.
Whether or not I have the queue still is up for grabs. Lately, everytime I wake up I've been so tempted to shave it off again.
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*perfectly normal*
As for my whereabouts, aside from the bit where I'm ripping the skin from my fingers with corset laces (I had 5 bandaids on by the end of the first day due to my skin not being that tough), your guess is as good as mine. We seem to end up over at the other hotel, in the bar, chattering at people. I know I still owe Jewel Staite's husband a birthday spanking, as I promised him one this year and was unable to deliver due to scheduling difficulties. This year, however, I shall be there for the whole time, not just 2 of the nights!
Such an odd event. It still entertains me that I could meet a crapload of celebs and act perfectly cool and then turn into a gibbering fangirl at Jennie. I suck!
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Isn't it funny who can actually get our fangeek thing going into overdrive? I was actually able to suppress my fanboy reaction when meeting jennie. Now THAT would have been embarressing.
Before that, the last time I went fanboyish on anyone was when I turned around and LITERALLY bumped into John DeLancie.
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I hope I continue to not be a dork at people this year, and that I can carry on a reasonable facsimile of a conversation with Jennie, aside from "OMG! I want my picture with you!!! I never carry cash, or I'd have bought something!" Which, frankly, was lame. I shall have cash secreted somewhere about my personage next year, dammit. And hopefully the ability to step away from the booth for more than bathroom and supply runs.
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The conversation of "Sure, you can buy me a drink. Yup, picture taken with me, no problem. Oh, you were on the X-Files? Sorry, never really watched it much..." probably made me out to be a bit of a clueless jackass, but hey, at least I didn't geek at the guy.