Since everyone else is writing about their experiences, I might as well /bandwagon.
Friday:
Living so close to Mass. I had the luxury of driving in from my home in Northeast CT (that’s the top right for you geographically challenged folks, near the border of MA and RI). Once everything was packed and ready to go I made sure to sit in my car for another hour sticking bamboo shoots underneath my fingernails in preparation for the upcoming journey through that godforsaken state to the north. The logic of course being that if the bamboo/fingernail combo was more painful than the drive I wouldn’t care about the drive so much. Sadly that wasn’t the case.
A couple hours, half a pack of smokes, and a vast amount of cursing later I arrive at the hotel. Carrying my belongings up to my room I met Exo in the lobby, proceeded to introduce myself with an extended hand, and was promptly greeted with a “Hi†accompanied by a smile and a look as if to say “who the fu[Aqua][/Aqua]ck are you?â€. After getting that same look from several others it finally dawned on me that nobody actually knew my real name and apparently didn’t recognize me, ‘cept for Kelvy. Much meeting and greeting in the lobby.
You’ve already heard about the restaurant and there isn’t much there I can expand upon. After dinner we all went out to the club. The smokers of course were outside smoking while everyone else went inside. The last couple of stragglers, myself included, went into the wrong door after the coat check and ended up in the wrong club looking around like lost puppy dogs for DSD and crew. I only cried a little. Eventually we made our way up to the correct location where I got my drink on. I firmly believe that I managed to convince people that I’m an alcoholic, yet still managed to remain sober the following night.
There was dancing and there was drinking and there was merriment to be had. At the super-gay cabaret it seems I stuck out like a sore thumb. One of the gay men in the club seemed like he was trying to make nice with the breeder and engaged in a bit of small talk. He was making an off-hand comment comparing the current performer (for lack of a better word) to someone named ‘Judy’. When queried as to whom Judy may be, assuming she was a regular at the club, I was met with an exasperated sigh, a roll of the eyes, and what I can only imagine would be construed as a flip of the hair if only it was longer than 2â€. I still don’t get the Judy reference, lil’ help here Sabo?
Eventually I had my fill of show tunes and piano mashing without quite reaching my fill of frosty beverages. Everyone seemed to be quite content where they were so I took my leave and traveled to the Roxy, being the club on the next floor. Drank there till things started tasting funny, meandered out onto the street and grabbed a slice of pie and a cab and called it a night.
I’m only through most of my first night there and I’m already boring myself so I'll go ahead and wrap this up.
I had a great time meeting some very nice people who were great to talk(read: listen) to. The two greatest amusements that I have from this are as follows:
1. As noted by Danalog, I now read all of the posts from the Boston attendees in their real voices.
2. All of a sudden not every single esoteric joke will be lost on me.
For those that are harping over pictures, I did happen to sneak one when nobody was looking.
Here I caught a quick pic of Debalic and Kelvy hanging out. They had a good time.
Edited, Mon May 15 14:42:48 2006 by Jacobsdeception
