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"Hello! I know you!"

Yeah, damn near fainted when Voltaire said that.  My years of borderline stalking (and wearing the same blouse) seems to be paying off. "You were in the choir at the St. Louis show, right?  Will you be joining the Charlotte contingent tonight?"

*fans self*  I mentioned that I was also in the 2009 Atlanta/Dragon*Con iteration, and he looked kinda pleased.

I almost said "Take me now" when he asked if it was okay to put his arm around my shoulders when we got our picture taken together.  There is something so sexy about a man who recognizes and respects boundaries.  And offers you a swig off his bottle of Captain Morgan's.  (Yes, our lips have touched the same bottle)

I had absinthe last night.  Like, real deal, fiddly little ritual involving a silver spoon and a sugar cube and water dripping oh so slowly absinthe.  The guy who was passing it out had this weird picnic basket-looking set up with actual glass glasses (no red Solo cups here) and looked like a younger version of the bartender from Lost Girl.  I'm fairly certain he was at least part fae.

Con reality has gotten to me.  This is how things should be.  You can stand in a room with 20 people you met 2 minutes ago and find commonalities almost immediately.  Last night, I got to have THE MOST AMAZING conversations about wildcrafting and the way Baz Luhrmann uses music in his films and growing up a geek girl in the south in the 80s and how to fashion a drop spindle (yeah, Kent was less than thrilled about that one) and how Chapel Hill/Carrboro is actually Newford.  I had a beer with a couple of furries and gained some insight on the youngest (one guy actually said he wished he had a mom like me, because he got that I'm kinda out of my depth here, but want to understand.  The other tried to cop a feel.  And the irony that one of my first crushes was on Disney's version of Robin Hood and I've got someone dressed as a fox sliding his paw up my thigh was NOT lost on me).

Okay, back to the absinthe.  Somehow, I find myself with a glass of The Green Fairy, leading a singalong to The Monkees' "Daydream Believer."  While standing on a nightstand.

Gentle readers, you will be happy to know that this story does not end up with me in traction after breaking a hip.  How?  No clue.  Apparently, I get more agile after forty-eleven different kinds of booze.  If I tried to do that sober, I would have a rolled ankle at the very least.

Man....do I HAVE to go back?

The writing panels were REALLY good for me.  Especially the one on dark urban fantasy, which was all women.  We not only talked about the topic at hand, we had a nice side conversation about what it is like being a woman at a con.  Which was timely, because I had already regretted TWICE not packing my hockey stick (one really egregious case of mansplaining and one dude crosstalking while I was trying to have a conversation with another woman.  He was literally TALKING OVER US.  Cosplaying Hunter S. Thompson.  Dude, you are no Gonzo.  Go away)

This was also the first con where I more or less did my own thing.  In the past, I felt tethered to whomever I was with, that we had to do the same panels, go to the same events, etc etc etc.  This time, I got the guide and said "Okay...I'm doing this, and this, and OH FUCK YEAH! THIS!"  And the spousebeast just smiled and said "Have fun with that.  I'll be drinking by the pool.  Wake me up for the Nerdvana burlesque show."

I know this sounds weird, but it was very affirming.  The fact that he trusts me to not do anything too stupid (you know, aside from accepting what may or may not be illegal absinthe from a self-styled bartender who may or may not be fae) feels good.  So many of my past relationships have had an element of "Oh, Alicia needs supervision.  At all times."  It's nice to be trusted.

Even if it is by a guy running around in a Dr. Strange bathrobe, a Labyrinth tshirt, and swim trunks.  Not exactly the arbiter of sanity.  Or at least not the uniform for it.

*sigh*  The cab is going to be here in a little under an hour, which means I should pack.  Feh.

This sucks, because I feel like I'm just getting to know this guy again.  I blew off a couple of concerts last night (and if y'all know me, that NEVER happens) so we could sit in the room, play a round of Munchkin (yes, we took a set with us.  An intervention might need to be in the offing), and just...talk.  With our schedules, we never get to just TALK any more.  We communicate in post it notes and stuff scribbled on the back of index cards and, of course, The Notebook.

REALLY not wanting to go back to reality.

Comments

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kita0610
Jun. 4th, 2017 03:17 pm (UTC)
It's awesome when you find your tribe, ain't it?
opakele
Jun. 4th, 2017 03:18 pm (UTC)
Savor every last minute.

Remember, there is always the con-after-buzz to look forward to!
bourbonboweties
Jun. 4th, 2017 03:55 pm (UTC)

Oh man. Cons aren't really my scene but reading this makes me want to go to one at least once. Glad you're having an amazing time!

mr_sadhead
Jun. 4th, 2017 04:37 pm (UTC)
Con Reality! You nailed it. Olympia Comics Fest was yesterday, and after weeks of saying we couldn't go, last minute we figured out a way to get there and back in one day. It was like dropping into an alternate reality for an afternoon.
tjoel2
Jun. 4th, 2017 05:13 pm (UTC)
"There is something so sexy about a man who recognizes and respects boundaries."

Yes! This is a fabulous sentence.

What was the absinthe like? I've always wanted to try that. I just love the ritual of it.
mac_arthur_park
Jun. 14th, 2017 11:21 pm (UTC)
Disgusting. Unless you like licorice. It has an intense anise taste

And totally worth it.
tjoel2
Jun. 4th, 2017 05:13 pm (UTC)
"There is something so sexy about a man who recognizes and respects boundaries."

Yes! This is a fabulous sentence.

What was the absinthe like? I've always wanted to try that. I just love the ritual of it.
zhelana
Jun. 4th, 2017 06:09 pm (UTC)
Glad you're having a good time!
eyelid
Jun. 5th, 2017 01:40 am (UTC)

Lol, how weird it would be to be policed! I have gone to clubs, cons, etc on my own forever. If my husband tried to manage my schedule... lol.

You should always do what you want :)

amw
Jun. 5th, 2017 07:00 am (UTC)
I am really glad you had a great time. It's awesome to be in a place where you can relax and be yourself and bump into lots of fellow souls.
xxmadsenxx
Jun. 5th, 2017 09:01 am (UTC)

It sounds like you had a really good time. I've never had real absinthe...I'm kinda jealous haha, even though I don't drink.

dimity_blue
Jun. 5th, 2017 03:45 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you're having such a great time!
libraspirit2101
Jun. 5th, 2017 05:40 pm (UTC)
This has to be such a stellar and enormous relief to you after the hectic pace of normal, everyday life. Enjoy yourself :D

Despite being from Atlanta and still living here, I've never been to DragonCon. There is a smaller similar convention that happens in the summer in the suburbs called Sci Fi Summer Con, which I may attend either this year or next.
gneu
Jun. 5th, 2017 09:30 pm (UTC)
Hey, I'm wearing a Labyrinth T-shirt, too!
cielamara
Jun. 6th, 2017 06:07 pm (UTC)
Man, that sounds like tons of fun. I'm glad you're meeting such cool people.

I had Real Absinthe once, years ago. It was an experience. I still remember the taste, the fever-dreaminess of it.
wherdafux_d_cat
Jun. 6th, 2017 09:38 pm (UTC)
That sounds like an amazing weekend! And I'm right there with you on the Robin Hood fox crush way back when. :D
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