Sycamore Grove: August 2008 Archives

Wow. Long time between updates. I hadn't meant to let things go for quite so long. In fact, I had a few entries on automatic update, so I wouldn't be a slave to my computer whilst sewing madly for both Con season and ensuing school. Unfortunately, it seems my server. or database, or whatever, is lacking the necessary component that makes auto-updates possible. Oops. I'll be posting those as I get the chance and inclination, and will probably be backdating them, so I apologize in advance if it screws with anybody's RSS readers.

So. GenCon. It was good this year. Nick and I wrangled to four day passes for the price of a two-year subscription to the dubiously relevant Indianapolis Woman magazine. Yeah, I don't get it either, but whatever.

We decided to forgo Thursday. There wasn't anything we desperately wanted to do, and the hotel reservation wasn't until Friday night. So I ran around the house like a crazy person, finishing costumes (though, curiously, not any of the ones I discussed before) and packing. I didn't get to sleep until, like three in the morning.

Friday we woke up early, considering the late night, and after picking Mary up, made our way down to Indy. After we figured out that we were going to miss the Changeling game (mildly disappointing, but s'okay) Nick took us to the Goose for sandwiches. oh, my goodness. I had a prosciutto and mozzarella sandwich with fresh basil on home-baked baguette. I think I died and went to heaven. Then we went off to the Con.

That's the Inara costume I wore. Not bad, I think, for a last minute kind of thing. You can't see it, but underneath the sari, I had on a one-shouldered tank that was nothing but clear elastic in the back, so it looked like I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Pretty smexy.

We met up with Ben and Mel and skipped the Vampire game for Nicky Blaine's. I had a dirty martini and hung out with a bunch of awesome friends (hi, Jim!). After, we tried to go to a party, but the people ended up not letting us in, even though we'd been invited. Whatever. So we went back to the hotel to sleep.

On Friday we dressed Steampunk. Doesn't Nick look so dashing? We got to the Con and couldn't go fifteen feet without it being paparazzi time. I'm not even kidding. Once, we had about twenty people around us, and with the flashbulbs and everything, I knew exactly what the red carpet felt like. That being said, I've found exactly two pictures on flickr of the three of us (that I didn't take). Makes me wonder what people are doing with les pics.

We went to the Vampire game long enough to bellydance a bit, get lectured by the local Lancea Bishop, and bug the fuck out when things got dicey and Elysium was broken. We changed and then went to the White Wolf party, which was held at the Ice Lounge (warning, music on the page) this year. It was much fun, except when I though I'd lost Nick. Some guy was so drunk that, when drunk-texting his friend, he couldn't spell 'here.' Really. I spelled it for him twice, and he still had to double check it with me afterward.

Then we went home and slept. I don't have a picture of Sunday's outfit but it's pretty much the same as this one. But my hair wasn't in braids. We didn't do much on Sunday, just walked around the dealer's hall and left. Oh. I bought a book from Stephanie Pui-Mun Law. Who is awesome. It's a tutorial kind of book, on how she does her watercolors. Since I'm always looking to get better at that, I picked it up. *heart*

I know what you're thinking. "Man, that was a lot of words that I don't want to read." Don't worry! I have the abridged version all ready to go, complete with pictures:

Got there, saw a stormtrooper in a kilt. Was mightily tired of Jack freaking Sparrow.