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ACDF ate it!
Mar. 25th, 2007 09:35 amMy Saturday, that is. But that's cool, I wasn't gonna eat it anyways.
Let's see . . . things started getting busy a little after noon. I went to JB's to help with her move, although by this point my awesome gunships weren't really required. Ha ha. So we spent a few hours moving odds and ends and scraps and notions, then poked through her belongings for curios and anything else of interest. I got a tacklebox out of the deal. Yay. And I've found I have perfect comedic timing when it comes to the camera. There goes my career as the next Ansel Adams. Oh well.
( ACDFers make lousy movers )
Then later we all regrouped at Peter Pan's Mini-Golf for Douglas' birthday. Not really, but if we'd found that kid, he would've had the weirdest birthday ever, guaranteed. "Who are these people, mom?" "I don't know, but don't make eye-contact!" And why didn't someone tell me that place was BYOB? Man, that would've really ramped things up! But as hyper as I was, it's probably good that I had no booze. There was an assload of ACDFers, OMG. Like 20+. I daresay it was the biggest turn-out we've had since the inaugural meeting last year. Or maybe it just seemed like a big group because Pan's was such a small place (sorry Pan, no offense). We had to split up into teams just to keep the place from choking on the cosplay. I'm glad I didn't wear any costumes; wearing any of those bucket-heads would've reduced my fun intake by 60%, easy. Damn, but there was a buttload of us. After the boys team finished their course and began watching the other team play, it was just this mob, no, herd of cosplayers slowly inching its way across the putt-putt plains. Even though not everyone played and the place didn't have much in the way of photo-ops, it was still uber fun.
Next was Kerby Lane for dinner, of course. And again, due to our party's size, we got split up. And again, that didn't seem to interfere with our fun! Yeah, I got stuck at the kid's table :P, but it was like a game of musical tables. "Let's go see what they're talking about at this table . . . an anime con? Boring. Next table . . . Polygamy? All right! . . . . etc" Yeah, it was fun, until my food got stolen. What the hell? I bought queso for the neon-glo table, then turn around to find my pasta penne was gone. I was about to blame the moody waitress for taking it when I noticed most of the cosplayers were giggling. Devious bastards. And although I wasn't able to see most (any) of the strawberry bruschetta lovefest, my brain is very creative at filling in the gaps, so those images will warm my nights for a very long while. Yes.
Our last stop for the night was JB's apartment for more Roastbeefy funness! If there had just been an eensy bit more furniture, it probably would've turned into a slumber party.
Phew! Too much fun in twenty-four hours.
Praise RaptorJesus!
( P.S. )
Let's see . . . things started getting busy a little after noon. I went to JB's to help with her move, although by this point my awesome gunships weren't really required. Ha ha. So we spent a few hours moving odds and ends and scraps and notions, then poked through her belongings for curios and anything else of interest. I got a tacklebox out of the deal. Yay. And I've found I have perfect comedic timing when it comes to the camera. There goes my career as the next Ansel Adams. Oh well.
( ACDFers make lousy movers )
Then later we all regrouped at Peter Pan's Mini-Golf for Douglas' birthday. Not really, but if we'd found that kid, he would've had the weirdest birthday ever, guaranteed. "Who are these people, mom?" "I don't know, but don't make eye-contact!" And why didn't someone tell me that place was BYOB? Man, that would've really ramped things up! But as hyper as I was, it's probably good that I had no booze. There was an assload of ACDFers, OMG. Like 20+. I daresay it was the biggest turn-out we've had since the inaugural meeting last year. Or maybe it just seemed like a big group because Pan's was such a small place (sorry Pan, no offense). We had to split up into teams just to keep the place from choking on the cosplay. I'm glad I didn't wear any costumes; wearing any of those bucket-heads would've reduced my fun intake by 60%, easy. Damn, but there was a buttload of us. After the boys team finished their course and began watching the other team play, it was just this mob, no, herd of cosplayers slowly inching its way across the putt-putt plains. Even though not everyone played and the place didn't have much in the way of photo-ops, it was still uber fun.
Next was Kerby Lane for dinner, of course. And again, due to our party's size, we got split up. And again, that didn't seem to interfere with our fun! Yeah, I got stuck at the kid's table :P, but it was like a game of musical tables. "Let's go see what they're talking about at this table . . . an anime con? Boring. Next table . . . Polygamy? All right! . . . . etc" Yeah, it was fun, until my food got stolen. What the hell? I bought queso for the neon-glo table, then turn around to find my pasta penne was gone. I was about to blame the moody waitress for taking it when I noticed most of the cosplayers were giggling. Devious bastards. And although I wasn't able to see most (any) of the strawberry bruschetta lovefest, my brain is very creative at filling in the gaps, so those images will warm my nights for a very long while. Yes.
Our last stop for the night was JB's apartment for more Roastbeefy funness! If there had just been an eensy bit more furniture, it probably would've turned into a slumber party.
Phew! Too much fun in twenty-four hours.
Praise RaptorJesus!
( P.S. )
