sleepy sleepy sleepy post-arisia smiles
I had a faaaaaaaabulous weekend
who’s ready for ARISIA?!
It could be me, but it’s probably not.
boop de dooooo
ARISIA. BOSTON. COME ON. COME TO ARISIA.
I will be there, hiding ducks, setting things up, running around in awesome clothing. Just another normal day, ho dee ho.
And I want to be friends with EVERYONE.
So Arisia is soon. Tomorrow is set-up. Friday is when the magic~ happens. I’m so exhausted already.
Arisia disease strikes. It is contagious. It passes through the handling of obscene amounts of rubber ducks.
Spent part of my evening counting ducks for Arisia. If you’re coming, you need to find 228 ducks. Yes. That is a lot of ducks.
(psssst come to Arisia)
Who’s going to either of those? Anyone? Cuz you totally should. I really fucking want to go to First Night, but I don’t want to go alone and I have no friends (that’s a lie but you know what I mean).
And Arisia? You should come to Arisia. Sci-fi/fantasy/awesome people convention in Boston mid-January. I’m there. I work. I run around. I dress up. I hide ducks (yes, I’m the terrible person wedging them behind signs). I went on stage during Rocky last year while I was wearing Intense Sequins and was stopped by a whole bunch of people afterwards so they could tell me how much I blinded them. Basically I am dazzling. Come oooooon cooooooooooooooome. And then I can tell my mother I made friends at the con and not over the internet. Heh.
I love you and I want to give you real-life hugs. I’m thinking about bringing my accordion and stuff, too, if that excites you.