Panda Tar wrote:What kind of fun did you have?

Tell us some tales!
Well... my friends the Molly Maguires were playing Irish folk music, which is always fun, but they were playing in the auditorium where you're not allowed to have drinks. I think they need to move over to the 'consuite' area where they keep the free beer. It's just not RIGHT to listen to Irish drinking music without a beer in your hand.
http://www.myspace.com/marcmichaelthemollymaguires
Then it was OFF to the PARTIES! Whoo Hoo! I spent most of the night in the "O'Shea Party" thrown by my friends. The O'sheas include Sean, his wife Roseanna, his brother Patric, and sisters Shelia and Kathleen. There are, allegidly, two more siblings that I have never met. Yeah, they are about as Irish Catholic as they come in the US. Oh NAN do they know how to party! It tickles me that I've been invited to every 'O'Shea Party' since the very first one about 1990. Because they serve VERY nice munchies and run a FULLY STOCKED bar and decorate thier hotel suite for these parties, they are by invitation only. Lots of people get really pissed off because they are not allowed in. Honestly, all that ever happens at the party is the same thing that's happening at all the others... people sit around and drink and talk and some go out on the 'patio' to smoke... but the O'Shea's have been running in the same 'circle' with me so long that all their friends are my friends so it's a WONDERFUL mix of only my very favorite people.
We did wander around to some of the other parties, but they are normally hosted by other conventions or clubs that are trying to get people to come to THEIR function or join THEIR group. It's just sort of a different 'feel'. They also rarely have any space larger than a regular room, so it's rather 'close' and uncomfortably crowded. (Most never seemed to learn the trick of turning the hotel beds up on their sides to make more room for guests!)
Anyway - I got happily TOASTED! oh boy! When hubby was driving me home, we have to go through a series of "S-Curves". As it was VERY late at night, he was taking them a little faster than he should, which was sloshing all that booze uncomfortably about in my stomach. By the time I got home, I had to -er- let some of it slosh on out.
The next morning, I had to get up and get back to the convention to teach a class on sewing. I made it. Mostly. It was supposed to start at 10 am. I was only 5 minutes late. I started it by saying "I'm here. I'm vertical. I'm wearing clothes and I have washed the puke out of my hair." Luckily, the worst of the hang over passed before the hour was up and several people complimented me on how informative the workshop was... even if I WAS dreadfully hung over.
The rest of the day was just hanging with my friends, doing a little 'shopping' in the dealer's room and running another workshop on make up....
Then the Masquerade! Whoo Hoo! I was very impressed with the Quality of costumes that turned out. For many years, the Costume Contests at all conventions have been going 'down hill' quickly. There were Three of us who were in VERY nice, hand made outfits. Two more were in commercially available mascot style costumes. Even the 'also rans' looked pretty darned good.
Most of us were interviewed for the News - but I don't know if any of us actually got on TV because we were all at the show and not watching the news.
Then off to the 'Consuite' to pose for pictures and socialize some more. Got my feet rubbed by the cute little husband of one of my friends. Normally, this guy's overly forward advances toward me right in front of his wife make me uncomfortable... but when offered to rub my aching feet, I let him! Oh Damn! Small man, VERY strong hands. Let me tell you, that "Hurt so Good".
Sadly, in the middle of my enjoyment, hubby and our other friends were complaining that they were starving and we had to go order some food. We worked our way to a friend's room through all the parties and got out the phone book to order Pizza. When we got to the room, I asked our host if he had a T-Shirt I could wear because my costume was pretty itchy. He complied. The shirt was SO big that it came down to my knees. I happily took off everything except undies and the shirt. Still wearing my masquerade make up, bare foot and with my hair in a messy braid, I walked down the hall to a party to get a Diet Coke. I laughed "Do you think I'm with the convention wearing nothing but Goth make up and a StarGate T-Shirt for a dress?" No one complained.
It was after midnight and all the Pizza places had shut down. We called a place called "City Cafe". They said they had everything EXCEPT pizza... so we ordered sandwiches that cost $10 EACH! I was a bit pissed at that, but we were starving and there was nothing else. Then the food came! GEES! Those really WERE $10 sandwiches! There must have been a full pound of meat on each one! FAB! After being fed, Donna and I were quite happy to curl up and sleep so our husbands drove us home and put us to bed.
Sunday was just sitting around the consuit drinking coffee and saying 'Good Bye' to all our friends. Most of these people we only see once a year, but they are family. We spend most of our time just 'catching up' with each other and what has been happening to everyone during the year. May not actually sound like a great time to you guys, but - you sort of had to be there.