My Take On B3 | Part 3

Thursday, December 21, 2006 4:49 PM

At Clare’s restaurant on Saturday, I ended up dancing like a crazy person with a young couple from New York who were on their honeymoon. We talked movies. (They ended up winning one of the Fringe raffle items on Sunday, as did Tall Sean and his wife.) The dancing was a blast. Browncoats have no shame. We screamed the lyrics at the top of our collective lungs. I dunno, must have been all that pent-up energy, since the VIPs had finally left the building. Being inebriated, I only remember "White Wedding" and "Just Can't Get Enough" by Depeche Mode. Here are my dancing friends with Alan. I wish I could remember their names!



I'd like to give a shout-out to the Wash-o-Saurus gal that I met that evening. She graciously loaned me cigarettes, and we talked animatedly about what it means to live in LA. She was a dear, and very funny and dry. The next day, while listening to Tim's talk, I heard a person hissing behind me. I turned, and she was there manning her vendor booth. I moved, thinking I was standing in her sight-line, but she motioned frantically for me to come over. She gave me a hug and a buss on the cheek, and in a stage whisper asked "How are you feeling today?" and I croaked back "I feel great. Thanks for all the cigarettes." The hangover was monstrous. Not enough tid-bit food at the restaurant, and way too many experiments trying to settle on the one drink of the evening (greyhound? Colorado bulldog? red wine!). There was no Guinness at the bar. Bastards! BASTARDS! Her online store, the source of the Browncoat bracelets, juggling goslings and other bits. http://www.wash-o-saurus.com/

She’s also featured briefly in the background on this documentary, as well as some other familiar faces.

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I got to “meet” Nathan Fillion at the restaurant, but it was an accident, much like my meeting with Alan. I was standing talking to Michael Fairman (Niska) who is such a charming gentleman, not at all like the creepy, sadistic bastard he is on Firefly, when Nathan walked up and shook Michael’s hand, gave him a big hug and started to chat. I backed away and trod on the folks behind me, then segued into the crowd. Later, I went to the loo and walked out, talking to the gal who had 1. Held my wine glass for me while I did my business and 2. Admonished me to wash my hands before exiting the bathroom. At that point, Nathan walked in the back door by the toilets. I did my best dinosaur impression (if you don’t move, they can’t see you). Several people delayed his progress, but when he walked past me, he stuck out his hand and asked who I was and where I was from. I answered first name, town, and “thank you so much for coming out, we really appreciate it” as I shook his hand (note to self: always wash hands before leaving bathroom). He brightened visibly and exclaimed “Hey, I’ve been to Austin. I stood on that bridge at dusk and watched all the bats come out. It was really cool.” I agreed, and said “Yes, it smells kinda funny, but it * is * very cool.” Not knowing what to say after that, he nodded and smiled and moved on. I think he got to pee eventually, but two drunk girls grabbed his ass shortly after that, and taking the hint (alcohol percentage: high, stupidity percentage: higher), he fled with Morena and Christina. He was driving, so he wasn’t drinking. I don’t blame him for leaving. Reverse sexism is so ‘80s. But it does enrage me that people like that make all humans look like idiots.

HANGOVER SUNDAY | The cruel, cruel light of day
Someone from the California Browncoats stayed up all night Saturday to make the con-goers Browncoat Backup Bash buttons. They did this so that we would have something to remember the event by. The button was in the convention goodie bag handed out on Sunday at Pickwick Gardens. The bag was a white paper sack. I thought that was so cute. No pretensions here, folks.

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