Megacon 2010, the recap

SO.

This blog is great and it gets written in a lot when I don’t have much going on, but lately that has been NEVER and also that applies to knitting.

But in the meantime, I went to MegaCon, and that was awesome, and also Otter is back from war, and we are all very happy about that (that’s the real war, not SCA war, which is serious and potentially injuring, but not exploding or life-threatening).

Anyway. In the future, I will have to remember that driving 7 hours to spend 2 days someplace before driving back 7 hours and then going to work 3 hours later is not such a hot idea.

On the other hand, the trip was great, and it was awesome to spend more time with Obby (Jennie and I are happy; it seems as though he and the Husband get along quite well), and we ate at the best Denny’s on the planet. And there were costumes, two of which were worn by the Husband and myself, and one by Obby.

The highlights of the trip were shopping next to Virginia Hey (her arm brushed mine; also, she is very tall) and Ellen Dubin, who spoke to me (!) and riding around in the van with Otter hanging out the side door with the minigun and the rest of us giggling like idiots. Oh, and then we saw Telaryn and ate some Giordano’s, which was an unexpected and excellent treat.

Next year we’re planning on staying an extra day for the R&R. It’s nicer, weather-wise, in Florida.

Hijinks with the toy gun:

(You can’t see it, but Otter is giggling like a maniac.)

Yes, please.

A hobbit, doing what hobbits do best (eating):

He was so excited to be a Romulan! (I was a fairy with a machine gun. Even though nobody knew who I was dressed as, they still too pictures). He was an adorable Romulan.

The jar is labeled “Abby Normal”:

The Husband, as Captain Midlands:

Giordano’s pizza, which you can normally get only in Chicago. This was a nice surprise, and worth the long drive. We ate some for lunch the next day.

And I got a bento, which I used to pack my lunch in yesterday.

The other part of this story is that the Orange County convention center is huge, and along with Megacon there were also happening: a pen convention, a motivational speaker, a boat show, a home show and some education convention. Every time we went back to Megacon, we thought “whew, this is where all the normal people are.” It’s all about perspective. And also? The crepe stand was with the pen convention. What is up with that? I like crepes! Luckily, the halls were free for wandering so although I couldn’t look at pens, I got to eat a crepe.

It was delicious.

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 Megacon 2010, the recap

  1. Nathan says:

    Hey! Who’s that Romulan? It’s me! 😀

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