Monday, April 12, 2010
The Bitches at Stitches
O hai! U still hear?
(Please excuse me, I know it's horribly passé, but when I like something I really like it, and I'm still just as much in love with the Lolcats today as I was when first I met them. I seem to be unable to stop talking like them).
Sorry for the unauthorized absence there; I wasn't ignoring you and I really, really meant to blog, but you see ... on the way back here, I got lost.
(more like on the way back here I got sucked into working a whole bunch of graveyard shifts. All that got lost, at least temporarily, was my will to live.)
So to continue the saga ...
We got up in the morning after a ridiculously small number of hours of sleep and, after a huge breakfast at the IHOP (which, I must say, was nowhere near as good as the Denny's in which I lost my virginity in Portland -- still gotta tell you that one) dragged our weary asses over to the convention centre to set up.
The first things I noticed upon leaving the hotel was that a) it was freakin' hot and b) there were palm trees everywhere. I have no idea why the trees freaked me out so much but they seemed somehow indecent, just sort of strewn about the landscape where anyone could see them.
The third thing I noticed was that for such lovely people, a horrifying number of them had a serious crack habit. There's no other way to even begin to explain the driving. U-turns, people, U-TURNS, across three, four, five lanes of traffic. Speeding, veering ... you get the idea.
Despite the clear intention of the Californicators to send me to my early demise, I managed to arrive, unscathed (and hardly lost at all), at the convention centre.
I almost died when I went to the Sock Summit, having been used to far, far smaller events, but this time, having been through the fire, I was almost maybe sort of prepared for this. Or so I thought. But dudes, that place is HUGE. Seriously huge. I wasn't as scared as I was at the Sock Summit, but still ... I am but a small rabbit, and it was a little overwhelming.
We were greeted warmly at the door and while moving through the hall to our spot way back in the boonies, I was delighted to see a number of familiar faces, such as Mike from A Verb for Keeping Warm and the women from RedFish Dyeworks. (Unfortunately their names escape me, but if you're looking for beautifully-dyed silk, they're good folks to go visit.)
It was fantastic to get to see again the amazing glasswork of Michael and Sheila Ernst, and in fact the only thing I bought during the entire event was a set of glass knitting needles. I'm at work right now but I'll try and get a photo of them for you shortly, as this particular style doesn't appear in their store at the moment.
Finally, after a few hours of work, setup was complete, and we were ready for the ravening
Or were we?
to be continued ...
# posted by Rabbitch @ 11:53 PM 
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As an avid lolcats reader, I completely agree. And I understand everything you say.
Kthxbai.
Kthxbai.
# posted by 
: 10:22 AM
: 10:22 AM 
o hai, rabbitch! u gonna keep us in suspense 10 more dayz for next installment?
oh -- and if you think those californicatin' drivers are scary, don't NEVAH go to honolulu. i've driven cali and chicago freeways in rush hour, but even being a front-seat passenger in hawaii scared the bejebus out of me!
everybodytheretailgatesjustthiscloseat50-60mph.
andchangelaneswhenthere'sonlyhalfacarlengthopen
but everyone's very nice about not cutting people off -- they call it aloha spirit.
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oh -- and if you think those californicatin' drivers are scary, don't NEVAH go to honolulu. i've driven cali and chicago freeways in rush hour, but even being a front-seat passenger in hawaii scared the bejebus out of me!
everybodytheretailgatesjustthiscloseat50-60mph.
andchangelaneswhenthere'sonlyhalfacarlengthopen
but everyone's very nice about not cutting people off -- they call it aloha spirit.
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