Dragoncon, Day the Third
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So, here we are at the Pink Palace. Or, for those into speaking French, Le Palais de Rose. But we're not, so fuck it. For those of you who have not seen the posts of my partners in Dragoncon crime (
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There are three of us in the room right now. Two are feeling the adverse affects of over-indulgence. Me, I'm just feeling like taking a break. Though seeing my posts from the past few nights, you can all justifiably conclude that I have indeed been overindulging as well.
My utilikilt is on order. I dropped trou and got sized today.
I have seen the likes of Randall Schwartz, Warren Ellis, Peter David, Dr. Demento, Julie Benz, Elonka, and some others.
The interesting thing about cons, which I'm sure most of you have figured out, is that so many dorks of various types. Now, had they not all converged in this mecca of nerdy pursuits, they might have felt alone in their dorkiness. They are alone no longer. There is bound to be another person here whose freakiness aligns with yours. There's a degree of comfort in that.
Furthermore, you are guaranteed to experience or see something you have not seen before, unless you have been going to this con for years.
I've also learned why it gets the nickname of "Drama-con".