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Having already sampled Burger King and Dairy Queen (twice), we figured Subway was due. What could possibly go wrong at Subway?
A lot, apparently.
We weren't surprised to find a long line. It's feeding time at a convention and Subway is always the top choice for whatever reason. This was an unusual Subway in that it actually had two counters to handle overflow traffic. So it looked rather silly that there was a line almost out the door and the overflow counter was not in use.
After waiting in line for ten minutes, we got to the counter and learned that they were out of any bread that I find edible. More than half of the bread selections were gone, leaving only the stuff that makes me gag and would never pay money for. So after ten minutes in line, we walked out empty-handed.
Naturally, this is when it started raining. It was manageable at first, but still in need of food, we made the mistake of checking the nearby Friday's and not wanting to wait forty minutes for a table. By now the rain had turned into a freak downpour and we were drenched by the time we got back inside the hotel. We sloshed our way to the freebie table to pick up some menus. We were ordering in.
We settled on a simple pizza and, as is always the case with conventions, had to wait an hour for the delivery. In a rush for time before the next event we wanted to be at, once we got the call that our pizza was waiting in the lobby, we nabbed some sodas and napkins from the con suite and ate the whole damn pizza right there in the lobby. Kept things simple and kept the party room tidy. Somehow we kept pizza stains off our costumes and got into the mainstage event on time.
Presenting Joseph Scrimshaw, local comedian and frequent participant in random Paul & Storm events. He was riffing about romantic conquests- how geeks pick up significant others and the like. I can't remember any of it, but Simone and I enjoyed it very much.
Despite invitations to see featured event Vilification Tennis (an organized insult contest that is apparently the funniest thing ever), I had other plans: seeing two Geek.Kon guests in a panel on their secret fandoms.
Author Lyda Morehouse joins John Kovalic (Munchkin artist and Dork Tower creator) and writer Monica Valentinelli in talking about fandoms they get into that they're afraid to admit in public. Sari and Brian couldn't resist this either. While Lyda got the ball rolling admitting that despite being a professional author she dabbles in Bleach fanfiction, John got into his love for certain children's shows he watches with his young kids and Monica's Final Fantasy addiction. All three had stories about fangirling over Neil Gaiman, which made me feel much better about a certain quote in the Geek.Kon '10 program book.
Everything's fine back up in the room. Professor McGonnagle's in a painting and all's right with the world.
There was less campaigning this time around in the room party. I took my scheduled shift from 11-midnight and promptly took off to check out the other parties. Here's the highlights:
Just a long line of magic, music and debauchery. It's a pretty sight.
The "Save the Princess" room- nine video games all projected on a wall together. Their cords were a tangled mess and you couldn't hear over the music they had playing in the balcony, but damn it looked good.
Since I got in when it was less crowded this year, the Mos Icee room- free icees in a Star Wars cantina atmosphere.
In front of the stereo, of course. The TV had the Mos Eisley scene from A New Hope on a loop.
And a new entry this year- the Ghostbusters room. With lab equipment...
Proton packs on the wall...
...and containment unit. They were serving slime-themed Jello shots that were nummy.
No Willy Wonka this year, so it was the only room party alcohol I imbibed this go.
Possibly due to how tired we were from lack of sleep the previous night, we slept much better Friday night. Good thing too, because we both had stuffs Saturday morning. She had a Legend of Korra panel. I was playing cricket.
Yes, that's right, cricket. That one British game that's like baseball but totally isn't. Sari and Brian had told me about it and I was totally in.
There they are, with our instructor, Doctor Who writer Paul Cornell. With more than 20 people and two folding chairs to serve as wickets, Paul was going to give a live demonstration of actual cricket.
Brian was our team's ace bowler, bowling someone out before Paul even got a chance to explain what the hell that was. He got another at the end when we were all playing around. Paul was so impressed by the enthusiasm that he wants to do a legitimate limited overs game next year. And now I know what limited overs means.
But hey, it's Saturday. You know what that means! Time for a trip!