Or as much of it as I remember.
So. Got up at OHGODTHIRTY (not too early, by normal people standards, but I had gin the night before) and met husband and brother-in-law for the parade. I kick myself beforehand every year, and every year the parade is awesome. And it was this year. I started my photo collection of things what be/be in Jayne Cobb hats. Like this:
And also this:
Yep. She’s a giant Jayne hat.
And there were Klingons on motorbikes:
Incidentally, they show up to just about every parade in Atlanta, but that doesn’t make them any less awesome.
(The rest of the set is here.)
It made a very good hat (we have conducted further testing since then, and have found our theory to be sound).
We didn’t manage to be able to catch up with Jennie after that, but grabbed others, including our unsuspecting [edit: I stand corrected; hapless is not at all what I meant!] British friends, and all went to Hooters for dinner. It was great, but exceedingly loud, so we left as quickly as we could to go back to the hotel room to finish watching Dr. Horrible and drink more gin (I’m sensing a theme…). Once we were properly liquored up and the husband had costumed himself, we went down for more leaf-blowing. The husband was nifty in his costume:
And the leaf-blowing went much more smoothly, as people expected it, the cute stormtrooper guy showed up again, and we commandeered a real table for the waivers. I think the grand guy total came to 27.
Afterward, there was more hanging about and chatting, then some of us split off to go to a bar for a drink, and by some bizarre stroke of good luck, we managed to find the secluded-type bar the famous-type people liked, and while we were in line, none other than Nathan Fillion (swoon) was right in front of us. We were nice. We didn’t pester him (not at all! really!), but we did ogle him from afar for a little bit.
This kind of sums up that part of the evening:
I doubt we’d have had the energy for more than ogling.
And then at about 3, we all went to bed. Or maybe it was 4. I forget.