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DWCon, and a bit of XF recap
Sep. 10th, 2004 12:57 pmAfter XF there was DWCon; the next weekend, in fact. (In between I murfled around at home a bit before wandering back up to Cambridge, I think, but I have absolutely no records of the time between XF and DWCon; I'm pretty sure I came back to Cam quite early because I was planning to kidnap Naath then and couldn't so she had to make her own way later. I have Trillian logs at home but can't get to them right now.
DWCon was vastly more of a success than last time, because there were lots of People I Know which made me much more confident and made everything more interesting. I became a work of art, sang guild anthems, and didn't play any bad D&D at all, although I still managed to befriend some 12-year-old geeks. Finally worked out who ccookie and ruthi were, and read their comics at them. Not sure what became of Katy, who hung around with Katy because she was on her own and had the same name. Made it to the afparty this time, in which there were bee balloons and balloon fights and silliness, and I buzzed at people as a conversation starter which worked really quite well.
The hotel had decided that food was not to be reasonably priced so we went and bought food courtesy of Megamole and his car; we saw a stilt walker in Hinkley who said something quotable about fairy dust to a small child, although we forgot to quote it and subsequantly forgot it. We ended up eating in the hotel thingamy anyway a bit later because we hadn't bought any meat and I needed my animal flesh. So I ate shark and pig (in the form of yummy gammon) and sausage and general good stuff in vast quantities to make up for the £10 price tag.
We had decided we would run off straight after the Closing Ceremony in order to get home before dark reliably, my headlight still being busted... hold on, I didn't mention that, did I?
(While going between Ovingdean and Brighton train station, to pick up someone or other from the station, I got caught in a car sandwich. It was one of those awful road planning decisions where there were two lanes going to the road people didn't want to go along and one lane going to where everyone wanted, so people kept hacking down the outside and cutting in to the very full popular lane. I was puttering along in the slow, popular lane when someone cut in behind me and tried to barge me out of the way. Looking in the mirror to make sure they weren't about to hit me, I was momentarily distracted; the other team member in the car with me yelled 'look out!' and I looked forwards just in time to see a car pull into my right flank (cutting in front of me), taking out my right headlight in the process. We both pulled off the road into a disabled-only parking bay to sort stuff out, swapped details etc, he was very nice but not going to say anything but 'we'll let the insurance companies work it out' and 'are you okay?', which we were, just a bit shaken. We drew maps and he said he'd call his insurance in the morning. We never heard any more of it, but aren't sure whose fault it was so didn't want to go through our insurance. Some other friendly team patched up my car with cling film, which is how it stayed until about a day ago.)
Anyway, so after the closing ceremony they announced that they would really like people to help with tech clearup, and I knew![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tienelle wouldn't be able to resist, but I couldn't round everyone up now because I really needed the loo. By the time I got back, Naath had wandered off to try and find me. Thankfully she did for once have her phone on and with her, so I collected her soon enough, and we dragged Nicholas away as he yelled 'goodbye, everybody, I'd love to stay and clear up but I'm being dragged away by attractive members of the opposite sex'. (He'd been helping out with tech all weekend.)
As we went onto the M6 (the wrong way) the traffic all piled up; it was skirting around a very fresh accident. As we went past the other way a bit later, there were massive great tailbacks; it looks like if we'd been any later leaving then we would have been stuck for hours (and any earlier we might have been caught up in the accident itself!).
DWCon was vastly more of a success than last time, because there were lots of People I Know which made me much more confident and made everything more interesting. I became a work of art, sang guild anthems, and didn't play any bad D&D at all, although I still managed to befriend some 12-year-old geeks. Finally worked out who ccookie and ruthi were, and read their comics at them. Not sure what became of Katy, who hung around with Katy because she was on her own and had the same name. Made it to the afparty this time, in which there were bee balloons and balloon fights and silliness, and I buzzed at people as a conversation starter which worked really quite well.
The hotel had decided that food was not to be reasonably priced so we went and bought food courtesy of Megamole and his car; we saw a stilt walker in Hinkley who said something quotable about fairy dust to a small child, although we forgot to quote it and subsequantly forgot it. We ended up eating in the hotel thingamy anyway a bit later because we hadn't bought any meat and I needed my animal flesh. So I ate shark and pig (in the form of yummy gammon) and sausage and general good stuff in vast quantities to make up for the £10 price tag.
We had decided we would run off straight after the Closing Ceremony in order to get home before dark reliably, my headlight still being busted... hold on, I didn't mention that, did I?
(While going between Ovingdean and Brighton train station, to pick up someone or other from the station, I got caught in a car sandwich. It was one of those awful road planning decisions where there were two lanes going to the road people didn't want to go along and one lane going to where everyone wanted, so people kept hacking down the outside and cutting in to the very full popular lane. I was puttering along in the slow, popular lane when someone cut in behind me and tried to barge me out of the way. Looking in the mirror to make sure they weren't about to hit me, I was momentarily distracted; the other team member in the car with me yelled 'look out!' and I looked forwards just in time to see a car pull into my right flank (cutting in front of me), taking out my right headlight in the process. We both pulled off the road into a disabled-only parking bay to sort stuff out, swapped details etc, he was very nice but not going to say anything but 'we'll let the insurance companies work it out' and 'are you okay?', which we were, just a bit shaken. We drew maps and he said he'd call his insurance in the morning. We never heard any more of it, but aren't sure whose fault it was so didn't want to go through our insurance. Some other friendly team patched up my car with cling film, which is how it stayed until about a day ago.)
Anyway, so after the closing ceremony they announced that they would really like people to help with tech clearup, and I knew
tienelle wouldn't be able to resist, but I couldn't round everyone up now because I really needed the loo. By the time I got back, Naath had wandered off to try and find me. Thankfully she did for once have her phone on and with her, so I collected her soon enough, and we dragged Nicholas away as he yelled 'goodbye, everybody, I'd love to stay and clear up but I'm being dragged away by attractive members of the opposite sex'. (He'd been helping out with tech all weekend.)As we went onto the M6 (the wrong way) the traffic all piled up; it was skirting around a very fresh accident. As we went past the other way a bit later, there were massive great tailbacks; it looks like if we'd been any later leaving then we would have been stuck for hours (and any earlier we might have been caught up in the accident itself!).
