Geek Convention

Holy crap, do I love me some geeks.

For the past few years, I've been able to attend several conventions in the Seattle area. Most notably Norwescon. If you don't know what it is, Google is your new friend. Basically, it's a Science Fiction/ Fantasy convention held at Double Tree Hotel in Seatac each year. I've only been to the last 2 or 3. There have been 35. There's also Rustycon, Westercon, Crypticon... The list goes on.

Here's why I love these things:

I'm more normal than 90% of the people that go there, and because of that, I'm a freak. It's wonderful. Plus, I get to dress up like it's Halloween. It's pretty fun to try and figure out what you're going to wear at Con.

A few years ago, I met some of these people in a bar in Lynnwood called O'Finnegans. They think that they're an Irish pub, but really they're just a sports bar with karaoke every night. Me being a karaoke whore, of course I went there.

Suddenly, I get, well, almost accosted by a group of people. I was wearing my fedora, and they seemed to like the hat. So, they asked me about it, and I told them the story. If you don't know the story, read about it HERE. Most of the people who read this actually know me, and are probably tired of hearing/reading the story. 

Anyway, we hit it off immediately, and had a great time that night. I sang some songs, drank a bunch, and one of the girls took me home. A good night all around.

I found out that night that these people were part of a party crew that goes to most of the conventions around Seattle.  They rent out one of the rooms, set up a bar, have a few of their own DJs, and party it up all weekend. So, naturally, I started going to the conventions. Especially since they "adopted" me the first night we met.

This past year, I managed to wear my kilt, and borrow a peasant shirt from a friend of mine. I didn't look like anything special, just some ginger in a kilt and tan army boots. They asked me to bartend for a shift at the party. Of course, I will always take a shift for them. Midway through my shift, a woman comes up and takes my shirt off of me. So, I'm bartending half naked. Bare chest, kilt, and boots.

At one point I shout out "AM I PRETTY YET???" The whole room chimes back "YES!!!!" To which I respond, "THEN YOU'RE ALL CUT OFF!!" We had a nice laugh at that, and we went back to drinking and trying to get laid.

A little later on, a woman that I had been hitting on, who is now obviously drunk, comes behind the bar and slips her hand up my kilt. I just kept on serving drinks. She tells me that she's not going to stop. I reply, I always win at Chicken. The bouncers eventually came and got her because she wasn't supposed to be behind the bar. Oh well. I guess no handy for me.

We all have a good time that night, and I go back to my hotel room alone, much to my chagrin. The next day was full of games and panels and whatnot. Good times. That next night, I put on my leopard print onesie.

That's right, I have leopard print adult footie pajamas. They are the toast of the town. Or, if you'll pardon the slight pun, the Cat's Pajamas. When I first wore these things to Con, one of the Biohazard guys asked me what was wrong with me. He and a couple others started making fun of me, but not as an attack, just lighthearted stuff about being a "Furry". Not three seconds after that, four women walk up and ask me if they can pet me. "Of course!" I say, with a knowing look to my friend. I give him a wink, and say, "That's why".