Ah, youth. I went to a the MST3K Conventi-Con not knowing anyone in attendance (unless you count brief meetings with the actors themselves at GenCon), hung out with fellow conventioneers in a suite where weed was offered liberally, and ended up getting so smashed on rum at the costume ball that I have no memory from the time I discovered that the skywalks had been locked after midnight until I came to in the shower of my hotel room.
It's probably just as well that there aren't actually supernatural predators prowling the streets late at night. Or, possibly there are and they were afraid the alcohol fumes I was breathing out could be set alight and used against them...
Because of the problems with the venue, there was a certain degree of everyone standing around being, like "I think that person is here for this thing, but I'm not sure." (I was actually remarkably good at identifying which people around the Starbucks were, in fact, internet people. Mark later asked, "But what do you do? Just go up to people and ask if they're from the Internet?" Yes, yes, that is exactly what you do.
That is exactly what you do! I'm pretty sure I've used that exact phrasing.
I suspect what with f2fs and all we as a group have a lot more experience with that sort of thing than most.
I spent most of last evening listening to "Once More with Feeling" while working. Even 9 years later it still fills me with a warm fuzzy feeling.
One of my favorite random meetings was in SF, I was walking through the lobby and saw someone standing in line at checkin wearing a Buffista tshirt and I just walked up and said "hi! I'm Stephanie, who are you?" It was Sparky!
One of my favorite random meetings was in SF, I was walking through the lobby and saw someone standing in line at checkin wearing a Buffista tshirt and I just walked up and said "hi! I'm Stephanie, who are you?" It was Sparky!
We ran into Sumi on the street at the Chicago F2F. I think she just said, "Are you Buffistas?"
My current favorite Internet meet-up story is this.
My current favorite Internet meet-up story is this.
Is she married? Ask her out!
That's your answer to everything, Hec!
That's your answer to everything, Hec!
I have the cure to loneliness, P-Cow. It's called, "Sack up and ask a girl out every other year."
Also skip that interminable grey zone where you don't know if she "likes you" likes you, or just wants to be friends and you just don't know and you're getting mixed signals and you thought she liked you but you didn't say anything for eight months and then were surprised and bummed out when she started dating somebody else who just asked her out.
Don't do that part.
