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The last day! (Although pictures may follow, and one part will be expanded down the line).
Really, I didn't do that much Monday. We woke up, packed, stowed our suitcases in the nifty suit-case-storing hallway, and went straight over to the line for the 10:00 Stargate Mega Panel. Which was, in a word, Awesome. Totally redeemed the entire experience. There seemed to be a lot more energy, and the moderator mostly stayed out of it, thank goodness. I think most of the lj-ers went ahead and attended, even though we were all wary after Sunday's panel.
Specific moments: Zat gun imitations. Chris Judge learning about furries. Lexa Doig showing her fan-cred (it seems she watches a lot more stuff than the others). Jason Momoa trying to fall asleep and being annoyed at having to think that early in the morning.
After the panel, we all sort of dissipated, and I'm still a little sad I didn't really get to say goodbye to everyone who was there. Still, maybe that's for the best--we can all pretend we never really went anywhere. :-)
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splash_the_cat and I went to grab something to eat, and we discussed various aspects of shipping, fandom, and ficcing. May I just say, people who know her online, that she really is that cool? And we decided to meet up at 2:00 to head out to the airport--I really wanted a travel buddy, and she was kind enough to let me tag along.
So, in between when we left lunch, to when we met, I went to the Walk of Fame to get two autographs. One from David Weber for my father (we're all ridiculously big fans of Honor Harrington, but he's especially fond of Weber's books), and one from Claudia Black for me-eeee!
I had to dash over to the vendor area to buy a book for Weber to sign, which I did--and I'm glad I saw the area, because it was actually a lot of fun, though I'm glad I didn't try to go any other day, as it was horrendously crowded. Weber was pretty decent, although he didn't say much to me. He might have talked himself out talking to the girl right in front of me, though. And I was pretty tired/shy, so...
Claudia was distracted, too, but that was perfectly okay with me, as if she'd actually said something leading back I would have possibly started gushing, and I just couldn't have that. ;-P But really, I didn't like the publicist. She was in such a rush every time I saw her! And she totally broke up a conversation Alexis Cruz was having with a fan right in front of me. Which maybe is her job, but I'm pretty sure Cruz wasn't complaining. *shrugs*
But I got my autographs, so I was happy.
I met Julie, we went to the airport, and parted ways at my ticket area. I got an earlier flight (totally worth the extra money, in my opinion), and wandered through security (which was a breeze), and down into the connecting walkway/place with the airport train thing. I was going to walk (there's a point to this story, I swear), but realized that I was being insane, and that I should just take the damn train that was Right There anyway, and so I hopped onto the car closest to me. I'm going to call Julie, to see if she can meet up or something, and I pull open my phone, turn, and Right Across From Me is...Jason Momoa.
He, ladies (and possibly gentlemen), is so. freaking. hot. He's even hotter up close. And he was, indeed, wearing his glasses.
Anyway, I paused, looked away, realized that 1) my phone has a camera and 2) I had, some months ago, muted the stupid shutter sound it makes and 3) I was already pointing the damn phone at him.
So I took a picture, pretending I was texting.
*is smug that she had a picture of Jason Momoa on her phone*
Anyway, I got off the train, really cool, dragged myself to the escalator, thought about getting out my phone again to call Julie and squee, and then...
threw a quick look over my shoulder.
And He Was Right Behind Me. Again.
I smiled. He smiled back, and I turned around and tried my best not to freak out or snicker or anything. I succeeded, got off the escalator, and lost sight of him in the general melee.
Then I called Julie and left her a very excited message.
:-D
The flight back was long, dull, and long. And long. But my bf was there to take me to take him to dinner, and then he took me back home, where I crash in my own bed, not wanting to think about the pile of laundry I have yet to do.
And that was Dragon*Con.
Except for the parts I left out. And the pictures. Which I will hopefully have some up sometime. When, you know, I figure out my camera.
I just want to say, to everyone I met--you are all amazing. I can't tell you guys how much fun I had, or how many people I've bored since returning home about how friendly you were, or how awesome, or how entertaining (all in good ways, I promise), and how I wish that we could just all get together a lot more often. I haven't even touched on most of the wonderful conversations I had with most of you, and I knowbeanpot is wondering why, when she spent so much time with me, she didn't even hardly make it into the summaries. (She is, by the way, very cool, and very patient with people who can't find their way around hotels). And likethesun2 and abyssinia4077 are all upset because they like, totally put up with rooming with me, too.
All that to say--you guys rock.
Except forannerbhp, because she doesn't like fannish ponies.
Really, I didn't do that much Monday. We woke up, packed, stowed our suitcases in the nifty suit-case-storing hallway, and went straight over to the line for the 10:00 Stargate Mega Panel. Which was, in a word, Awesome. Totally redeemed the entire experience. There seemed to be a lot more energy, and the moderator mostly stayed out of it, thank goodness. I think most of the lj-ers went ahead and attended, even though we were all wary after Sunday's panel.
Specific moments: Zat gun imitations. Chris Judge learning about furries. Lexa Doig showing her fan-cred (it seems she watches a lot more stuff than the others). Jason Momoa trying to fall asleep and being annoyed at having to think that early in the morning.
After the panel, we all sort of dissipated, and I'm still a little sad I didn't really get to say goodbye to everyone who was there. Still, maybe that's for the best--we can all pretend we never really went anywhere. :-)
splash_the_cat and I went to grab something to eat, and we discussed various aspects of shipping, fandom, and ficcing. May I just say, people who know her online, that she really is that cool? And we decided to meet up at 2:00 to head out to the airport--I really wanted a travel buddy, and she was kind enough to let me tag along.So, in between when we left lunch, to when we met, I went to the Walk of Fame to get two autographs. One from David Weber for my father (we're all ridiculously big fans of Honor Harrington, but he's especially fond of Weber's books), and one from Claudia Black for me-eeee!
I had to dash over to the vendor area to buy a book for Weber to sign, which I did--and I'm glad I saw the area, because it was actually a lot of fun, though I'm glad I didn't try to go any other day, as it was horrendously crowded. Weber was pretty decent, although he didn't say much to me. He might have talked himself out talking to the girl right in front of me, though. And I was pretty tired/shy, so...
Claudia was distracted, too, but that was perfectly okay with me, as if she'd actually said something leading back I would have possibly started gushing, and I just couldn't have that. ;-P But really, I didn't like the publicist. She was in such a rush every time I saw her! And she totally broke up a conversation Alexis Cruz was having with a fan right in front of me. Which maybe is her job, but I'm pretty sure Cruz wasn't complaining. *shrugs*
But I got my autographs, so I was happy.
I met Julie, we went to the airport, and parted ways at my ticket area. I got an earlier flight (totally worth the extra money, in my opinion), and wandered through security (which was a breeze), and down into the connecting walkway/place with the airport train thing. I was going to walk (there's a point to this story, I swear), but realized that I was being insane, and that I should just take the damn train that was Right There anyway, and so I hopped onto the car closest to me. I'm going to call Julie, to see if she can meet up or something, and I pull open my phone, turn, and Right Across From Me is...Jason Momoa.
He, ladies (and possibly gentlemen), is so. freaking. hot. He's even hotter up close. And he was, indeed, wearing his glasses.
Anyway, I paused, looked away, realized that 1) my phone has a camera and 2) I had, some months ago, muted the stupid shutter sound it makes and 3) I was already pointing the damn phone at him.
So I took a picture, pretending I was texting.
*is smug that she had a picture of Jason Momoa on her phone*
Anyway, I got off the train, really cool, dragged myself to the escalator, thought about getting out my phone again to call Julie and squee, and then...
threw a quick look over my shoulder.
And He Was Right Behind Me. Again.
I smiled. He smiled back, and I turned around and tried my best not to freak out or snicker or anything. I succeeded, got off the escalator, and lost sight of him in the general melee.
Then I called Julie and left her a very excited message.
:-D
The flight back was long, dull, and long. And long. But my bf was there to take me to take him to dinner, and then he took me back home, where I crash in my own bed, not wanting to think about the pile of laundry I have yet to do.
And that was Dragon*Con.
Except for the parts I left out. And the pictures. Which I will hopefully have some up sometime. When, you know, I figure out my camera.
I just want to say, to everyone I met--you are all amazing. I can't tell you guys how much fun I had, or how many people I've bored since returning home about how friendly you were, or how awesome, or how entertaining (all in good ways, I promise), and how I wish that we could just all get together a lot more often. I haven't even touched on most of the wonderful conversations I had with most of you, and I know
beanpot is wondering why, when she spent so much time with me, she didn't even hardly make it into the summaries. (She is, by the way, very cool, and very patient with people who can't find their way around hotels). And likethesun2 and abyssinia4077 are all upset because they like, totally put up with rooming with me, too.All that to say--you guys rock.
Except for
annerbhp, because she doesn't like fannish ponies.
