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Okay...if you're a Game of Thrones/Song of Ice And Fire fan....you'll get this...You'll still think it's sick...but you'll get it. ::evil grin:: |
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I was fucking TIRED. Tired and stressed, but eager to go anyway. Due to bad weather and the economy there were a lot of very well loved people who weren't able to make it--that cut back on the fun for me to some extent, because much of the joy of con is seeing old friends you don't see any other time or place. We got to the Crowne Palaza on time and got our donations to the auction--I donated a Takamine Jasmine guitar that I've had for 4 years and never really enjoyed playing--no point keeping it since I have my Baby Taylor to travel with. Then we---Me, Teri , Roomie and our dear friend Larry Kirby caught up with Blind Lemming Chiffon and headed to Applebees for dinner. It was Right About Then that the nerves started to clobber me. I don't get stage fright ON state--I get it before and after the fact. We got back to the hotel for the Opening Ceremonies, champagne Toast and the singing of Aulde Lang Sine before rushing upstairs to press my gown and get my shit together. I was wearing my Flaming Asshole Red Dress with my Puss n' Boots hat and Teri wore her pyrate garb. We had some hilarious issues with the mikes--mine kept drooping obscenely and there were lots of "Mike can't keep it up" jokes flying in all directions. In fact it's a good thing this was after 9pm or we'd have been in deep doo-doo for some of the triple entendres---Teri's remark about 'giving the mike a blowjob" nearly made me fall off my chair. Harold Stein did a very, very good professional recording . After hearing it last night I realize I should have pulled the mike in closer but considering how it kept 'going limp' I was kinda scared to mess with it. Teri's voice sounds fantastic, though, and in the video you can see her much better--however, the video is still in Larry's camera--for some reason the download didn't save on my laptop, damn it, and there's nobody to blame but Moi. Aside from a few clinkers and clams the gig went well--to my shock we actually got a standing ovation from some people that clearly weren't trying to leave for the rest room. I hurried to get changed ("You like the dress? The Kremlin was redecorating and I bought the drapes on Ebay, so.....") and we hung out in the filk room to hear some terrific music...but my nerves were catching up with me and I kept bouncing back and forth between exhausted and hyperactive...I went to bed before 2am--a first for me at a con--and I did not get more than about 2 hrs sleep. Saturday was Matt Leger's amazing concert--I missed Seanan McGuire but heard it from outside the ballroom and it sounded wonderful. I filmed Larry's brilliant mini concert---however neither our concert which he filmed or his concert are on my pc due to technical issues. Larry gifted me and Roomie with tickets for the formal banquet....and all three of us ladies got some kind of stomach distress, probably from the Chicken Alfredo. Teri was hit so bad that she couldn't sing in open filk after the charity auction and I turned in early again. In the auction I won an ACME backpack--yes, official Warner Brothers merch and I love it to pieces--it is now officially the Bag O' Crap. Teri also gifted me with a stunning formal sari -- she has one to match it and we began singing horrid puns: "Who's Sari Now?" "Sari seems To Be The Hardest Word" and "We're so Sari, Uncle Albert". By Sat night the weather was menacing us all and we rushed out early to get ahead of the oncoming snow and ice. It was so bad that some of the attendees were stuck until Wed. and many of them had their flights cancelled and wouund up stranded at the airport. The few reviews I've seen of the concert have been well received---and nobody threw rotten veggies. No pitchforks or screaming lynch mobs either, so we didn't screw up TOO badly. Needless to say, playing with Teri is a joy forever and the audience ROCKED and Rob Wynn honored the hell out of us by inviting us to play. Thank you one and all!! |
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since "Hero With A Thousand Faces" is being done at GaFilk and going in the GaFilk Songbook, there are a few who've asked about it--For those who haven't seen "Hero" or don't remember and wanted the lyrics--here it is. And yeah, I was also pissed at JK Rowling and George Lucas as well as Arakawa...Cow just was the last straw, so to speak: ( "HERO" AND "SOUL"-THE ALCHEMY SETCollapse ) |
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This one buffers a lot...but I laughed my arse off over this!!!!! |
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Will be heading back to the Sheraton later--got passes, got hotel keys, missed meeting Suz and Rachel--will either see if the security will keep refusing my tries to have it delivered or have their stuff mailed to them.. Programming isn't made of awesome this year. We have a crowd of people so I'm going up with the second load due to my guitar and walker. Wanted to hang a sign on iit that says 'rush vakkey or bust! 'Lost of Black Butler--and a gorgeous HUGHES. No camera tho'--mine died... |
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Suz--you and Rachel are hitting the road at oh-GOD-AM....so here's a little lullabye for you I did at AWA last year--now mind--THE CAMERA MIKE GIVES ME A TERRIBLE LISP I DO NOT HAVE IN REAL LIFE--I SWEAR TO GOD. This YouTube features 2 songs--my niece Gothiphene (  teapriestess 's daughter) singing an original song "A Fangirl's Favorite Things"...and then comes "A Tender, Gentle Lullabye...about Four Sweaty Guys In A Jeep"Sleep tight, ladies--see you in Atlanta!! </div></div> |
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Okay--few points to remember: Wrong veil on helmet--should be my light mosquito netting Cape not closed enough Tie not properly tied--nobody to assist you cant see my groovy high button shoes or the opal glass head ot the cane Bronze-finish goggles crooked on helmet--wasn't told Thankfully...you can hardly see my face...but here it is!!  |
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Firsters--when I stuck my finger up the ass of my Edo Bank what popped out was more than enough to cover my hotel share--which may be higher this time but then I'm sharing with only two of the Very Best People--Tech Ninja A and Gothiphine--none of the craziness we had last year with a young woman who Didn't Know How To Behave. We had originally thought Suz and Rachel were staying with us, but they'll be over in the Waverly. We stay across the street at the Sheraton--fewer crowds, less noise and it's really a lovely hotel. So it's worth every penny and then some. Need to clean out my car--not my idea of fun. Need to pack electric wok and cooking stuff. Need to get my dress casual State Alchemist's uniform out, checked and packed up. Found my silver watch last night. Need to cut walking stick to the right heighth and put a safety tip on it. Need to buy a men's tie and two yards of illusion veiling. Need to do laundry--and pray to god it doesn't overflow. Need to pack my bag. Need to recharge my iPod, pack my geek bag and all that stuff... Wish to god my Fibro hadn't flared up again--I was better for several days but right now my whole body is screaming in pain and my guts haven't recovered from the last round of Celebrex...damn it. Cane and walker for sure. Will miss a lot of the con because of this, damn it... |
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Sometime this afternoon, Comcast was digging near the huge Baptist church and hit a gas line. There was a huge,toxic gas leak and the city told us that we were in the path--we shut down all external air vents outside and were ordered not to leave the building until we got an all-clear--that was three hours....and the smokers were going ape-shit. My friend Lurch at work and I are both filkers and comedy musicians and silly people...we're both biting our lips...holding it back...and finally...damn it...a voice called over the cubicle wall: "More BEANS, Mr. Taggert?" And I replied, "I'd say you had enough!" And two Mel Brooks fans spent the rest of the afternoon snickering madly under their breaths... And no...I won't post THAT scene...but I'll share one of my favorites! |
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