day two
arose early and drove into town, seeking the one world cafe. delicious success; vegan breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert - plus free wifi woot! i returned to don my jedi outfit, and descended back into the con. i listened to a series of guests from stargate, buffy and deep space 9 speak - while this was enjoyable, i was once again reminded that this year seemed a bit lacking. there was no ‘big’ star to make the smaller ones shine brighter.
i also attended a presentation of unreleased and otherwise ‘lost’ from the original star wars trilogy. it’s so interesting to me that fans continue to have an obsessive fascination with such material, with the fervor of archeologists uncovering tantalizing scraps of the heretofore unknown literature of some great culture.
afterward, neal and i grabbed some sandwiches and got in line for seats to the masquerade (costume contest), which was also so-so this year. some notable exceptions: the leia slavegirl and the stargate snakehead.
angie didn’t wear her oldschool star trek outfit this year, but instead opted for a delightful little outfit involving a wig and corset, which is never a bad idea in my book.
neal has turned in for the night. i’m hanging out with JLS and angie outside of ‘ten-forward’, the convention dance, which was cool for about 20 minutes, going from techno-ish to longneck hip-hop to poop (think 96.5 classic rock rotation); danced during the first part, people watched during the second, left during the third. somewhere in there the ‘imperial macarana’ was played, but i do not wish to discuss the details of this frightful anomoly.
the party has now entered a fourth phase comprised of late eighties rap/rock, which my friends have returned to as i continue to blog, having more patience than me for this musical foolishness. good god; now they’re playing ricky martin, and a conga line is streaming by.
not many pics this time around; i didn’t want to borrow jimi’s camera again so soon after origins, and neal was fairly conservative with his camera. i threw out the idea earlier to the gang that perhaps we should try going to a bigger con next year - one with more stars, a bigger dealer room, etc. i hate to dis my favorite trek convention, but unless next year’s billing perks up, it will be tempting to look elsewhere.
it’s 1:30 in the morning. JLS and angie are off to make love, ‘paradise by the dashboard light’ is thumping over the sound system, and here i sit tapping away on my laptop as the goth-geek wildlife lope by. time for bed.
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