This year I was rooming with good friend cyberwolf80 and through him ebdain and Silver.
The con, quite honestly, started out great. I ran into a few people I haven't seen in a year plus, wandered around remembering the hotel like the back of my hand (last time I attended was 2005), and just plain enjoyed the feeling of being back at a furry convention. Once again the convention started the registration thursday night (and I although I had carried over my volunteer hours from the last time there, I did decide to upgrade again); in the past they've done a sort of ice cream social for the early arrivals, this year it was a mashed potatos social - picture mashed potatos in martini glasses, with a make your own selection of toppings on the side. Personally, I prefer the ice cream but I'm not a healthy eating type of feline... I did really enjoy the ultra sweet fruit juice. The remainder of the day mostly consisted of mingling, but carried over a bit of missing sleep with me (which carried over most of the con, and which I highly do not recommend).
Friday I woke up in time to join the ice skating gathering put together by huscoon, little did I know what I was getting into :P The drive over there started off a bit bumpy, I'll admit that I'm not company for drivers who... are a little fast, I rarely buckle up when I'm in the back seat... I buckled up this trip. Which was a good thing because next thing I know we're racing against one of the other drivers (Trigger?) on I-94 and doing a little over a hundred, dodging cars and trucks sometimes within a foot or two of their bumper as we switch from lane to lane - and a bit of a close call with the other driver when the roads merged from three to two. So, it was a bit of a relief when we slowed down a bit after arriving at the skating rink. It's been probably ten, maybe fifteen years since I last strapped on skates, started off really shaky but got relatively stable by the end. Two cars went back to the con, I decided to stay a little longer at the mall with the third car. Didn't see much but I did go into a Games Workshop, briefly mentioned to one of the employees (since he asked!) that I was at a furry con - I first said anthropomorphic... which he though was some sort of bug collectors thing :P
Got back to the con alright (though the other two cars had a fun ride back I'd heard).
However, from that point forward the con was kinda downhill for me. I went to the Dealer's room, didn't see anything I wanted. The one thing I was hoping to find at the con, the newest Furnation, I find that that magazine is no longer available because of some drama on the part of the owner. But even past that, I just did not see anything - I bought a nifty shirt from Goldenwolf and I got my free con shirt, that's it for what I bought during the con. So Dealer's Room was a dud for me, I head to the Art Auction... and pretty much have a few 'wtf' type moments as I see the price tags on some of these - yeah, the minimum bids on many were quite a bit higher than I thought they should be. And well, past times I've attended there was always at least one piece of art I was very excited about - none this time around. Oh yeah, a few I liked but not at the minimum bid level of like they were at. I put down some bids but didn't feel the interest to come back and defend them at all for the rest of the con, not that it'd be easy considering how many attendees were at this con vs how much art - I heard a lot went to voice auction (so you know I did not get anything from the auction). Did have a nice dinner with TJ and Shy at Samuarai Sam's in the mall.
Rest of friday really didn't consist of anything else.
Saturday was a mixed day, the sponsor buffet was nice, sat with a bunch of awesome furs. Food was good, but I guess I wasn't totally in it after starting to feel kinda coming down from being there. The fursuit parade was humongous but I have to say from what I saw it looked a little confused, in organization - fursuiters were milling about, I'm guessing they weren't totally sure what was going on. And of course that it was raining pretty bad this day, that didn't help either - so although they wanted to have it continue outside into a tent, luck was not with the ones dressed in fur this day (it was definitely a step up from the last time I attended, when I was in the parade and a bit disappointed how short the parade was - sucks that the stairs to the Dealer's area are no longer an option for the parade anymore). I got some awesome pictures of fursuits, I really liked the pirate birds - and the freakin' borg llama was damn awesome (just wish my pics did it justice), my camera in general just sucked with the indoor lighting - it's been almost five years I've had this camera, time for an upgrade very soon.
I really don't remember much else of what happened saturday. I headed around with Whitewolf and another fur looking for parties, walked into one (I don't remember the fur's running the party - but I had a great time chilling with you guys). Got a few mixed drinks of some liquor and Hawaiin punch, did get sufficiently tipsy and ran down for the midnight howl. I got down there just as they were heading outside, stood in the freezing cold howling to the skies and yes that was fun (and yes, it does help to be tipsy when you're doing that), headed back up to the party and probably should not have taken the advice to have a beer (what can I say, I rarely drink and I was feeling a need to get buzzed off my ass). A couple beers, I really do hate the taste, then just felt like wandering a bit. I walked in on tekfox's party (you guys had a fucking awesome room I might add, I didn't know that hotel had such nice rooms). Ran into more people I hadn't seen in a long ass time - and a revelation, although I love seeing people I haven't seen in a long time, only seeing them at cons and with large gaps in between - sucks in my opinion. I followed up on my mistake from the other party by having a few more liquor drinks, and no designated bartender probably means the mixtures weren't too accurate - but at that point taste wasn't a big concern of mine. Got feeling sick, knew it was time for just water but at that point not so great at getting back to the room - but much thanks to Silver for helping me get back.
Sunday is better left unsaid. I don't know what the unlucky streak is but the last what... three, four cons? The last day was just a lot of nothing, just stewing in not enjoyment. I spent almost the whole day feeling sick, and I think that has more to do with what I was drinking rather than how much. I just couldn't get up, kept dozing, horrible spells of dizziness and headaches, just all around suck. Missed out on Sabot's and Carol's dinner plans, I got some dinner but I couldn't do much more than half what I ordered so a Brazilian buffet was probably a good thing to skip.
Then Monday came and it was time to go, and I left.
I could go on for a bit on why I didn't enjoy myself, and it is more of a where I am right now rather than anything specific about the con. I'm not... in the right place in myself to enjoy it, because this same experience has been going on for the last couple years (I've attended only about three or four cons in that time period). I didn't have that "furry glow" at all during the con, you know when you get there and you just dive right into acting furry and loving being around furs and the absurd and ridiculous and silly behavior we enjoy; I only wore my tail and ears thursday, maybe friday, I didn't feel the urge at all after that. Socializing is just going downhill for me too, I dunno if it's best to go on here but you know when you're depressed as hell, feel isolated, and just nothing ever breaks in to make you feel better? Too much of that. I did have moments of fun, but it's like wiped away and forgotten so easily and you're back to where you were. Blah, too much rambling depressing shit. I guess what depressed me the most was I was leaving and I literally felt nothing, in the week since the con I've felt like the whole experience didn't even happen, I have no PCD because there was nothing to miss - how the fuck do you get past something like that? Maybe even the few cons I do attend I should seriously think about skipping, maybe it's an issue with how I see myself in furry or maybe it's something else. I don't know anymore, it's been too long of this being the norm.
Proving Liberals and Conservatives can get along - huscoon & quentincoyote
Ice Skating Friday afternoon
Spider fursuit - wish I got a view of the eyes (flashing lcd lights)
Drama Llama Borg - Resistance is Futile!