danceboy

I feel vaguely like I'm giving in to peer pressure by doing this, but I also feel like I must write about Arisia.

The setup: varying levels of sick for weeks with the lung crud of doom coming and going. As it hit new heights of crud, I get news that my job at Arisia (Party Czar) will be more stressful than usual due to the hotel getting way picky about a bunch of things. Then there's actually doing that job (which is double what it usually is for a variety of reasons).

The con itself was great. I've felt for years that the Party Czar needed a silly hat, so I finally got one. Well, two.

High points:

lacing ricevermicelli into her deeply sexy red corset, and a transparent "skirt". We walked into a shop on Dealer's Row and asked for "a tiny little excuse for a skirt" and got the most amazing service from the nice young man who worked there...
dancing friday with an ex-pro-track ballet dancer who had to stop when she caught polio. She leads a much less aerobic lifestyle now, just wheel chair jogging and such...
same dance, capoeira with a big blond bear of a guy with a matrix style coat.
same dance, holding nchanter up so that cool-not-quite-chain-mail guy could detach her belt from the shoulder of my shirt. It was silly & sweet in a teenagers locking braces kind of way.
bumping into lightcastle. This world is about 12 feet around....
the "test" party on Friday to see if they remembered how to mix their beverage. They did.
party hopping with learnedax & anu3bis. I bow before the master.
petting nchanter
anime girl and boy firing blasters at each other and deflecting the shots with their lightsaber.
dancing with ladysprite on saturday. Wondrous mix of swing & contact. We must dance more. I kept feeling like there was something just past where we were that we just kept missing. Darn, have to try again...
dancing barefoot until my feet bled (truly sorry excuse for a dance floor), applying bandages, jazz slippers, and dancing for two more hours. I stopped before 5. The dance didn't. DJ Johnny Zed rocks my world.
the Skank Saloon. Any party that has a hostess labelled "Skank in Chief" is a good thing.
the lovely energy the place had on Sunday. I'd been planning to go home around 3 or 4, but the con kept going with an upbeat "We're stuck at a con. Oh no. The horror.", and so the Party Czar had work to do ("dirty job, but someone's gotta do it.")
catching up with friends I haven't seen since last Arisia. Hmm, must fix that...
the naughty nurses encouraging people to give blood.

Down sides:

I kept feeling "This is fun, but Arisia is better." It was a blast, but enough people cancelled due to snow fears that it just didn't have that "slightly too full, and that's good" feel to it.
carpet for one dance, evil weird metal & wood floor for the other. I hadn't realized how much I appreciate good wooden floors.
sleeping on a schedule that was almost disjoint from ricevermicelli
missing people who I think would have enjoyed it no end (queen_of_wands isn't the only one, but she is the first to spring to mind)
lack of a sufficiently bad DJ to force ladysprite to improvise an alternative dance.