Con Detox

So. I went to Anime Detour. It was lovely- it’s out by the Mall, same hotel as last year, although I heard rumours that they will be in a diffrent place next year. I was in the Mascerade as Mikuru from The Melencohly of Haruhi Suzimia, in a group dance. We were wonderfull, thank you, even if our costumes were held up with tape and safety pins. But first things first.

Friday:

After school, M and I embarked. Being pre registered, we missed the long lines, and waltzed in. M accosted a dolfie person by the door, and I continued on ward. After persueing the schedule, I realized there wern’t any pannels I wanted to see until the evening, and so went to the dealers room. After a few brief moments (in which I purchesed a lot of pocky, a can o’ bawls and a naruto poster) I realized how much I disliked the crowds, and left for the artists alley. It was *bare*. Really, supposedly full? Maybe half the tables, if not less. Talked with a few people, bought a few buttons, and ended up at the Consuite. While enjoying my beverage, a call went up from the staff asking for volunteers to hoist pop cannisters and learn how to refill the pop dispenser. Being boeard, I volunteered. And promptly wracked up 4 hours that evening of volunteer time, leaving twice for panels. At one point I was ordered to go get food, and so used my volunteer awesomeness to get into the volunteer consuite, to the Real Food, ie, a ham and cheese sandwich and a Gatorade. ALSO: a back rub. YAY.
However, Friday did not end auspiciously. Despite seeing M at various and sundry points, and CLEARLY telling her to meet me at 10:45 for our ride to pick us up, 10: 45 rolled around and went without M showing up at our pre-assigned meeting place. I told our ride to wait a minute, and went in to look for her. Around 11:20, I could not find her, and asked Security for help. They were wonderfull. I was alternetly really pissed at M, and incredibly worried. However, with their help we found her- turned out, as I had her bag, I also had her cell and boy, wasn’t that a lovely conversation?
Dad was Not Happy with her. I was Not Happy with her.
We went to bed.

Saturday:

After the track clinic, I went over to the ‘con, with M. Being early for our cosplay rehersal, I worked in the consuite for an hour or so. M, after Warnings on Safe Cell Phone Use, carried her cell in her pocket and was gratifyingly responsive the rest of the weekend. I met up with Jo and co, and we did our first on stage rehersal. I screwed up, but sound and ect was good. With 45 min or so to kill, we found a patch of hall way and practiced. And practiced. And practiced some more!  We then went off to the Room Of Much Sitting Around, were we hurridly put togeather some last minute alterations to our costumes, and bowed out of workmanship judging. We sat and talked with other cosplayers. They were really nice, and the skits were VERY cleaver, mostly.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER… we got on stage. Jo had been VERY nervous, but we were wonderfull and lovely, and I only made one fumble.
I then went to retrive my bag from earlier, containing essential things like say, my keys. (it’s hard enough to find a spot for a cell phone and a wallet on your person in my costume, much less pointy things like keys). Only to find the bag check closed when the dealers room closed. Poot. Well, the Opps staff were kind enough to understand my dilemma (keys!) and opened it up for me. I thanked them, changed and went back to the consuite.
M was on time for pick up. Yay.

Sunday.

Slept untill 10. Did homework untill family got home from church. Went to con with M. Intended to go to one pannel, ended up in consuite entire time. Found out, got prizes for volunteering when finally got a volunteer badge. I now have a t-shirt, a Kenshin plushie, pockey and a con dvd. I turned down the Gravitation t-shirt. Consuite was busy, esp. because Fir and I were trying to get our all the food before 4 so that when we left, the people left with the consuite would have an easier time. I drank a lot of Gatorade, hauled a lot of pop and cleaned up a lot of food.
Gatorade: goat piss of the gods.

In conclusion: I volunteered 15 hours, I had fun, I was in the mascerade. I am very sore.