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CrossroadsCon
Jul. 27th, 2003 05:30 pmWow, there sure were a lot of people at the Sunday Crossroads Movie Gathering today. Of course, the first thing I heard when I got there was that it had been officially cancelled, but apparently no one had both gotten the word and cared.
We couldn't use our customary tables, because they were reserved by Wizards of the Coast for a Magic tournament, so we glommed together most of the tables in front of the stage, which tricked the mostly-incomprehensible folk-singer into thinking we were his audience. Of course, we were busy eating, or drawing in sketchbooks, or admiring the girl from New York who'd shown up in a fursuit (a nice one, the kind I'd consider wearing, although not to a mall -- the head was approximately the right size, and the rest of it looked like normal clothing once you removed it, until you looked closely).
So, there was the out-of-towner contingent to add to the already fairly high numbers, and another group from Enumclaw or something (Equus and Grrwolf and... and... Radiant?). And of course, this meant that we didn't actually go see the damn movie.
Someone, who'll remain nameless because I don't know their name, speculated that so many people had shown up *because* Jurann cancelled it, to spite him. I kind of doubt it, though... it looked like there were just a couple groups who can't come often who happened to be by this week.
Like every week I go to this thing, people vanished into thin air while I was distracted -- this time, distracted singing along with the folk singer out of a sense of guilt for having taken up all the space his audience would have sung in. Apparently, he was with some sort of Indian Guru who was holding seminars, as his minions passed out pamphlets...
But, yeah, when I looked up from that, everyone had evaporated except for DJ and the New Yorkers and Equus's posse. So I followed DJ et al over to Tasho's house, where we assumed (incorrectly) that Tasho had gone... there were a bunch of other people there, so we sat around for a while with some people sketching, and others trying unsuccessfully to find where these people kept the damn disks for the games they had installed on their computers.
Then Tasho got back, and we took a dip in the pool (although DJ and Equus etc. were driving to Enumclaw for some godforsaken reason, then to Seattle... for Maus' thing? I'm not sure). I had to borrow some swim trunks, which didn't exactly fit, but didn't fall off except for once or twice when I was safely underwater and could pull them back on without anyone seeing, I hope.
But I managed to tear up my feet on the horrible sidewalks at Tasho's apartment complex, and then rub chloring into the wounds swimming, so when they announced they were going to an arcade downtown to play DDR... I eventually decided to just walk back to my car and call it a day.
On the way I stopped at Cold Stone and got a milkshake... Amaretto and Coffee ice cream, cinnimon, and caramel. It actually worked pretty well, I could taste all the flavors, but it was godawful rich and by the end I needed a glass of water to wash it down. Coffee does that.
We couldn't use our customary tables, because they were reserved by Wizards of the Coast for a Magic tournament, so we glommed together most of the tables in front of the stage, which tricked the mostly-incomprehensible folk-singer into thinking we were his audience. Of course, we were busy eating, or drawing in sketchbooks, or admiring the girl from New York who'd shown up in a fursuit (a nice one, the kind I'd consider wearing, although not to a mall -- the head was approximately the right size, and the rest of it looked like normal clothing once you removed it, until you looked closely).
So, there was the out-of-towner contingent to add to the already fairly high numbers, and another group from Enumclaw or something (Equus and Grrwolf and... and... Radiant?). And of course, this meant that we didn't actually go see the damn movie.
Someone, who'll remain nameless because I don't know their name, speculated that so many people had shown up *because* Jurann cancelled it, to spite him. I kind of doubt it, though... it looked like there were just a couple groups who can't come often who happened to be by this week.
Like every week I go to this thing, people vanished into thin air while I was distracted -- this time, distracted singing along with the folk singer out of a sense of guilt for having taken up all the space his audience would have sung in. Apparently, he was with some sort of Indian Guru who was holding seminars, as his minions passed out pamphlets...
But, yeah, when I looked up from that, everyone had evaporated except for DJ and the New Yorkers and Equus's posse. So I followed DJ et al over to Tasho's house, where we assumed (incorrectly) that Tasho had gone... there were a bunch of other people there, so we sat around for a while with some people sketching, and others trying unsuccessfully to find where these people kept the damn disks for the games they had installed on their computers.
Then Tasho got back, and we took a dip in the pool (although DJ and Equus etc. were driving to Enumclaw for some godforsaken reason, then to Seattle... for Maus' thing? I'm not sure). I had to borrow some swim trunks, which didn't exactly fit, but didn't fall off except for once or twice when I was safely underwater and could pull them back on without anyone seeing, I hope.
But I managed to tear up my feet on the horrible sidewalks at Tasho's apartment complex, and then rub chloring into the wounds swimming, so when they announced they were going to an arcade downtown to play DDR... I eventually decided to just walk back to my car and call it a day.
On the way I stopped at Cold Stone and got a milkshake... Amaretto and Coffee ice cream, cinnimon, and caramel. It actually worked pretty well, I could taste all the flavors, but it was godawful rich and by the end I needed a glass of water to wash it down. Coffee does that.
