Mentally Replaying: some Evanescence
I'd rather be: wide awake
Enjoying: coffee

I've gotten a lot of sleep in the last 45 hours and it's still amazing how tired I feel.

I was tired for some reason on Friday. May have been related to drinking to exess on Thursday. Friday I was running late so when I went to meet Space Dog and his band of intrepid porn explorers I didn't have time to grab somethign to eat. So I got to the Hotel Figueroa exhausted and hungry. So I ordered a Long Island Iced Tea to tide me over.

Within seconds I was pretty gone, but happily so. Couldn't get food just yet and Space Dog was actually running late so I sat with the rest of the party which included Coyote, Big Daddy, Marianne and her man, and Moonchylde and her Tomcat. Space Dog brought a friend who I'll call Sunshine.

It's an easy, slow moving five minute walk from the Hotel to the Convention center. Unfortunately one has to walk past the Staples Center which usually has something going on Friday nights. This time it was a Christina Aguilera/Justin Timberlake concert. This brought on the funniest experience all week.

At the corner of Chick Hearn and Figueroa was a guy in a priest's cassock and military helmet standing on an egg crate. He had a bullhorn and we all instinctually shied away from him. He singled out one of us anyway. "You there, the man with the dragon on his shirt." (This was Tomcat with a dragon on his sweater.) "You have no excuse to be here except as an escort to your taste-challenged younger sibling or child. You are far too old for this concert." At this the Tomcat sidled up to the man and whispered something and pointed at the rest of us."

The man wasted no time apologizing. "I'm sorry, that man is going to the porn convention. That's perfectly alright and I fully apologize for my misperception. Please enjoy the porn convention. To everyone else: did you know that has been scientifically proven that youngsters have terrible taste in music? It is a fact, 94.5% of young people have no taste for good music. If you are here it is because you are a teenage with terrible taste in music and you need help or because you are here to escort a taste-challenge teenager. If you are an adult you have no other excuse for enduring such terrible music."

I'm paraphrasing but that's approximately what was going on. Ah it was great.

EroticaLA, sadly, had far less controversy surrounding it. Despite the huge banners around the convention center the only people going in and out and milling around were attendees. I think this disappointed Space Dog but the rest of us seemed just as content to keep our faces off the evening news. (At least I was.)

The con itself didn't have all that much going for it that I didn't catch last year. Girls not wearing much and showing off *everything*, check. Porn in DVD and video by the truck load, check. Toys, toys and more toys, check. Lingerie, check; home furnishings to facilitate sex, check; fetish gear, check; Web hosting and legal service companies, check; artistic work that was somewhat erotic but mostly really beautiful - well actually that was something I didn't notice last time, assuming it was there. Unfortunately my enjoyment was seriously impacted by being dead on my feet and terribly hungry. I ended up getting a hotdog for $3.50 and just followed Space Dog around until was time to leave.

The party split in half and Sunshine led the way to a late-night diner in Little Tokyo. I never realized just how much tempura could hit the spot after midnight. The tea helped me get my head on straight again and we headed out to find the Harry Potter book for Space Dog and Moonchylde. (After midnight the rest of us had no further energy to chide them.) Things pretty much wound down after that. Though due to being scatterbrained and having vehicle scattered throughout LA I didn't get to bed before 2:30. And a goodtime was had by all. }:>

At seven AM sharp I got up and headed up to Pasadena as a local dance and music group was having essentially a garage sale of costumes and props and I was all over it. Or I would have been if I had thought ahead and written out a shopping list, worn clothing to facilitate trying on other stuff in a cold warehouse with no fitting rooms and remembered my check book the first time I went up. Once I had my check book I ended up happily in possession of a Leslie Marmon Silko book for a dollar, a thin middle eastern-style jacket for seven dollars, a reddish broomstick skirt for seven dollars, a pair of clay theatre masks for five dollars and a pair of knee-high soft leather dancing boots for $75 dollars. They also had an Irish war drum the first time I dropped by for $50. But it was gone by the time I got back with my check book.

It rained the entire time I was in Pasadena and I noticed one of the windsheild wipers wasn't doing it's thing particularly well. I'll have to call up the deal about that.

I had meant to exercise also, but apparently the building with the gym is locked down these days on Saturdays. So I headed back, took a shower and called my Molasses. He had gone to Jupiter's bachelor party the night before and I didn't know how that had gone.

Apparently he had gotten sick half way through and headed to his place to sleep it off. He ws barely up when I called him and planning on doing the laundry. He agreed to hold off until I brought my stuff down and we had lunch. So we did that though my sleep dep caught up mid-laundry and I ended up passing out for over two hours.

Good man that he is, Molasses did most of the laundry himself while I slept. That evening we headed out to a game at Pasadena City Hall. It was a little slow, socially based and if it had a plot I didn't catch it. Most of the conversations were fine but I wasn't really in a mood to talk about the weather while pretending to be someone else. But after the game some of us headed to Conrads and had a good time. then we stumbled home and collapsed into bed around three.

Sunday morning I woke up at nine when my mom called. She told me that they were planning on going to Benihana's that day for my baby brother's graduation celebration. I told her I already had plans and *then* she mentioned that she had made those plans even though BB wanted to wait until Middle brother could make it. I told her I was tired and had to pee but that didn't stop her from nattering on about how she couldn't set the schedule just yet. She told me about Alexa's upcoming baptism eventhough my sister hasn't actually talked to the godparents-to-be. I finally got off the phone, relieved my bladder and crawled back into bed. I was more or less up but felt no desire to get up, so I snuggled with my Molasses just a bit more.

Around eleven we dragged ourselves up and into the shower and headed down to Torrance for a garou game. We pulled over at a Thai BBQ place. It was very small and easy to overlook. I ordered the BBQ pork and was literally doing all I could not to mess up my food with snot and tears that came rolling out from the spices in the Thai sauce. It was a might bit spicier than necessary, but damn! that was fun.

The garou game was fun, though I forgot a couple of things I meant to do in character. Ah well. It was nice to get back into furry-machine-of-destruction mode.

Once we vanquished our foe (and smacked many a mosquito and enjoyed some ice cream) we went our separate ways. Molasses and I dug up some dinner and though we meant to go find The Hulk I ended up being too tired. Back at his place I was down for the count by nine.

See? LOTS of sleep. And I'm still tired. }:P