FML. Much better known as “Fuck My Life”. I think I turned a corner with the sickness yesterday. Sucks how reality creeps in when you’re passing a virus…I needed clean clothes, and the cold punished me for washing them. :/ What an AWFUL night last night…but the good news is that if I had a fever, last night was the breaking of it. I’ll prolly be back to normal and working on material tomorrow.
And in other news, cold sweats are for donkey-fuckers. BLEH. :/ I’m hot as hell right now, but if I make myself colder, I get TOO cold and the shakes start. Sucks when your body can’t even regulate temperature. :/ And the appetite thing I mentioned a few days ago? FML…my stomach yells at me like I’m starving…I make myself a couple of sandwiches…I get through one of them and I’m full. Don’t even know how much to feed myself right now. :/
Anyway. These shots are from the FetCon Meet & Greet and FetCon End Party. If there’s any story that goes with them, I’ll write it in the captions. That End Party felt SO much like it was just for the “Big Kids” or the “Cool Kids”…people who’ve been in the biz forever…your Ken Marcuses, your Lew Reubenses, your Jim Weathermen….oooh, small story here.
It was held in a ballroom-type setting, with tables for seating and chairs at the wall for overflow if the tables didn’t hold enough. Stupidly thinking it was “come one, come all” seating, I moved to sit at a table…and was immediately asked not to. When I asked why, the person who stopped me told me that they had a big party and they were trying to assure that they all got seated, so if I wouldn’t mind finding somewhere else to sit… Not wanting to start trouble, I left…and just as I did, that was when Jim Weathers came into view letting out a sigh of relief…”Thank you for keeping that no-name from sitting with us!” 😛 I kid there, and I’m certain Jim wasn’t saying/thinking that…and I even sympathize with him…Jim was up for an award and the Con didn’t even bother reserving seating for him and his. :/ Moral of the story: reserve some of the seating for the winning parties so they don’t have to line the wall at their own party. :/
FFS. Still, that gaff aside and my own mixed emotions about it, the party just felt like it was for the bigger people of our ilk and was just…off…for me. I’m hopeful they return to “Guest Of Honor” or somehow manage to integrate all people in fetish into the party and not the ones with the most fame and fortune. :/ Speaking of that ball, here’s a shot taken by a friend of mine of how I spent what time I stayed at the party…with Vivian Ireene Pierce in my lap. 🙂
I was SO excited to see her…she was gone so long it felt like she retired, but she was back and in full glory at the con…
Anyway. Tolstoy’s happiness at seeing her aside, how about some other pics from the con?