Back... and recovering from all the fun

current location: couch of recovery
current mood: drained
current song: blessed air conditioning!
First off - YAY for
lon_dubh's MOOKLETTE and her dancing troupe for getting to Nationals! *happy Snoopy dance*
Abbreviated report for today, as I'm battling a monster headache and an overexcited Boy chattering away at high speed.
Jason Momoa is a sweetheart. He shared his Yukon Jack with a veritable group of strangers (me included). I wonder if he remembers Saturday night at all. *chuckle* One drunken fanlady became obsessed with the lovely feather in Jason's hair and kept flicking it. It took a few minutes of her doing that sporadically before he growled out "If whoever that is doesn't stop flicking my feather, I'm gonna fucking pound 'em." *chuckle* Poor woman was quite apologetic to me, since I claimed to be the one (seeing as how I was less inebriated than her) flicking the giant man. I'm still wondering if she was drunk, high, or maybe both. ;) Also, I did give him a mildy hard time about using
lyndasty's husband (little Jason *chuckle*) as a human shield for an emergency potty break. Big Jason claimed that he didn't remember, as he was pretty loaded at that D*Con, and that "I make NO promises" when I demanded he promise NOT to do that again. *snicker*
Jason does have a small scar from that moron that broke a beer bottle on his face. >:( I volunteered the services of one of my dear friend's friends, who are quite adept at breaking knees and other body parts, to "take care of" the jerk. Jason smiled and said that jail time should do the job just as well.
Rachel was absolutely lovely (and taller than me, WOEZ), and was positively glowing whenever she talked about her son Caden. He was there at the Con with Rachel's mum-in-law, and thankfully they were left undisturbed the whole weekend... so far as I know.
Chris Heyerdahl is one tall drink of yummy water. *hums* Whenever I go to Shore Leave, I wear my pair of demon horns, and it's gotten to the point that people won't recognize me without 'em. Heh. Chris strode past me on his way to the autograph table, turned on his heel and grinned misceivously - "Well, aren't you a horny little thing." I think I blushed, *chuckle*, as I grinned back and agreed in a chirpy voice. Also? Chris wandered all around the Con unescorted the entire weekend, and he's just so open and engaging and talkative! That man is made of WIN. I did manage to ask him about his stint in Japan playing Jesus Christ in that play, and he beamed at me and sincerely thanked me for asking him about it. He loved his time in Japan, and had wonderful things to say about the actors he worked with there. I hope he gets the chance to go there again to work.
What else? Oh, SO MUCH. Oh... OH! Dean and I KILLED at Masquerade. *huge cheeky grin* When we walked offstage, many in the crowd were screaming "AN-I-MAL! AN-I-MAL!!" *snickersnort* We won Judge's Choice, and I gave Ethan Phillips a t-shirt that Dean printed up when we were presented with the award. Ethan (again, what a sweet man!) made a point to go back and retrieve the shirt when his part in the awards presentation was over. Oh, and it was Ethan and Chris Heyerdahl who were the celebrity judges. Man, what a great night!
Oh, one more thing before I pop more painkillers and collapse on the couch -
lon_dubh, that strange phone number that tried to call you yesterday was Tex. He wanted to tell you that he misses you and hopes your daughter and her troupe did well yesterday. He specifically said- "That girl always makes me smile; she's just so much fun to be around."
All right, the kiddo's itching to spend time with me as well as computer out, so I'm off to continue the recovery. Will talk later and post the few pictures I managed to take before the camera died this weekend. ;)
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