DragonCon, Day, Erm… 3?

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:

Jayne Trooper by you.

And this:

Jayne Xena by you.

And also this:

The Jayne Hat by you.

Yep. She’s a giant Jayne hat.

And there were Klingons on motorbikes:

Klingons on Harleys! by you.

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.)

So then afterward was manning Jennie‘s booth a bit more (and meeting more fans), then going to lunch and wandering around shopping, and I bought a stuffed octopus which baobh put on her head:

Tentacular. by you.

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:

Sandman by you.

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:

Breeden Babes by you.

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.

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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2 Responses to DragonCon, Day, Erm… 3?

  1. bunrotha says:

    Hapless? Unprepared for what was to come maybe, but hapless?

  2. Mouse says:

    Nathan Fillion? Yum. I’d have definitely been drooling over Cap’n Tightpants… even from afar. Also.. a Storm Trooper in a Jayne hat is excellent – I love it when my fandoms collide.

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