BayCon's events: The good, the bad, the Drama.

I am well aware that most people don't enjoy reading about drama, but there are some things that just have to be said during this nice little post I have to write about BayCon.

Thursday: Life is good. I run around, say hello to people, have dinner, do some chores for Mom, haul heavy luggage up to the room the hard way, and have some chocolate wherever I could grab some. Had to leave around 10ish, I think...right mdlbear?

Friday: Life was interesting, to say the least. I show up after 6th with a "dentist's note" that I would be missing 7th period. There were only a few problems with my stuff that I had to grab prior to returning to the convention. I had to find some things for kierin because misdev requested them. That wasn't so bad. The next bit was kinda tricky. flower_cat said I could only take 4 boffers. I agreed to this, but it was a hard choice to make trying to figure out which ones to take. I got a killer suprise to see one of the biology teachers from my school, Mr. Glen Barrett fighting in the boffers. I didn't fight him, but I got my ass handed to me by a few of the good boffer fighters, including the Mr. Big & Intimidating looking guy known as "Spike". Had Daemon (Boffer God/licenced chiropractor") working on my back & popping a shoulder back into place afterwards. Felt nice, then fall asleep (after I hauled my lazy tired ass back to the 9th floor suite we had).

Saturday: Well, ok. I wake up around 8am after going to bed around 4am. Not bad, for being bright & cheerful on 4 hours of sleep. Mayhem was rather amused by the fact I was cheerful and not wearing black....and by the fact that I was coherant without caffeene. Later that night, I go out to the boffer wars. I was thinking everything would be fine, that it'd be a repeat of last night. It was amusing during the first several minutes watching the little ones get their @$$es handed to them by the big kids, then I went up against someone with a polearm. That was ok, except I was using two short weapons against a long one. That equals a big fuckin' mistake right there. One does not take two short weapons against a polearm unless you and your opponent are both able to pull your strikes. I was clocked in the eye when the curve of my axe caught the shaft of the polearm and I pulled forward instead of deflecting downward. I was forced to step out of the fighting, taking initiative to go inside & get an ice pack from the hotel people. I went back to retrieve my stuff with Mr. Barrett's help and take it to the room. I went swimming with a friend afterwards, accidentally forgetting to tell wolfwings that we were finished changing and on our way to the pool...oops.

Sunday: Well, not bad. Not good either, but not bad. I woke up and had to go to eat breakfast. I still had a nice shiner (I think) where the weapon clocked me the night before. I talked with Daemon about making my trout, and he said he needed strapping tape. Why in the hell would a teenager like me (afraid of her weapons breaking, perhaps?) be carrying a roll of strapping tape? I don't know, but I darted upstairs to my room on the 9th floor to get it, then came back down and watched him make the trout. I didn't get hurt as badly as I had assumed I would after last night, but *shrug* cest' la vie. Nothing's ever perfect. I spent a little while (ok, until 3:50 or so in the morning) in Daemon's room, watching his cat and watching him put the finishing touches of silver duct tape to my 3' trout. I was fed sugar and soda, the M&M Minis containing 3 grams of sugar for 1 container! Cool! However, Spike was able to kill someone in 2 moves with my fish, whilst I was able to kill lots of people in a longer amount of attacks.

Monday: Well, alright. Went to bed at 5am, woke up around 11 or so. Ate breakfast, carrying my trout around. I had named it "Callahan" originally, then someone in the dealer's den suggested that I re-name it to "Kilgore". I took the suggestion, but kept Callahan as the middle name for the fish. I was making a list of people that had to be "fish-slapped" instead of bitchslapped. It was kinda wierd watching gridlore and kshandra's reactions to the trout....especially when I told them the name of my fish. After the major programming crap was over and done with, I wasfairly bored. There was nothing to do, my girlfriend had left the building, and it was pretty lonely in there because the circle of friends I had made all throughout the con decided to blow up in my face. That really hurt a lot, then there was the long wait for the Dead Dog to start. I was so bored during that time that I think I almost passed out from boredom. Not sure yet about that one..........Eventually, flower_cat decides to be a stick-in-the-mud about what time I have to leave the party. I wasn't even done partying yet, and there was still people there I wanted to talk to before she hauled me away. I was annoyed with this, but was then told that I have school in the morning. I do understand that school is important, but I value my damned freedom! This means that I should be permitted to stay out until all ungodly hours and be able to somehow arrange for a ride home. This doesn't mean "come grab me whenever the fuck you feel like it because I have school in the morning"! That's just plain fuckin' rediculous.......gr.

Ok. I'm done ranting now...and now I'm goin' ta bed.