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RMFC 2013 (Your Done Val! Party’s OVER!)
12 years ago
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Holy shit this year’s con was anti-fun con, so naturally I had tons of fun because I was getting in trouble for the littlest of things. Hahahaha! I was so excited this year because there were so many people that I was hoping to see and meet after being gone so long. Also there were some furs that are new friends that I have talked to for 2 years but never really hung out with in real life. EEEEE!
*rolls around on the ground*
First day (only counting because my friend Stephen was in town) I couldn’t get there but who cares, it’s the first day and I knew it was going to be all lame and locked down anyways.
Second day I couldn’t get a ride so I begged my best friend (Devin) to takes me. After hours of crying and throwing a fit, he got annoyed and caved in. Hehehehe! When he showed up, I wasn’t even ready as always, and then we took off. We hit Rocco’s Chili n’ Donuts on the way (Why do we keep eating there?!?!) Once at anti-fun con Devin gets all irritated, impatient n’ shit, buy’s a stupid expensive drink (only one / $479) that we don’t even drink and walks off! I’m like “Uh… Okay?” He comes back after a few minutes and with a rage face says, “GET YOUR FUCKING BAGS! I GOT US A ROOM!!” I squeal, trip'n fall, and then run after him to the room.
In the room 431, we set up the place with our beats and booz and within 4 minutes we get a noise complaint. What I should have said to them was “what the hell took you so long?” I honestly didn’t give a shit because RMFC is the lobby con of the continental divide. After we went out and to try and have fun I was expecting to get kicked out cause I was already using my outdoor voice. Major drunkenness ensues and we find a room party. I’m in there for like 7 minutes, bullshiting with to fools an shit, when I get kicked out for going “WOOOOH!” off the balcony. I don’t get a warning or anything. Skippy (a.k.a. Cap'n Muttonchops) was all “Val your done, your too drunk.” I ignored him for a moment because that totally harshed my mellow and went to grab Devin to bail, he just showed up. Devin burned me as always and wanted to say with all the strangers and non-friends. I was like “what the fuck ever!” and left, called Devin right after I left, left him a fucked up message and ran around some more.
Even further drunk and much later, Devin shows back up in the room and I started talking shit. Devin responds with hitting me with a baton glow stick! We start fighting, being loud as hell, laughing all the while. I think we crashed after that or went back out, I can’t remember (too drunk).
3rd day, Devin and I wake up after 4 hours of sleep and I start talking about foods. Devin just keep saying “Dude, shut the fuck up! Go back to sleep! Motherfucker, SHUT UP!” Something along those lines, but I turn on the music, roll around in bed, still talking about food. “Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! I’ll just get room service, FUCK!” Motherfucker treats me to a $40567,89.53 breakfast!!! I was so pissed at the bill because it was, way, way, waaaaaaaaaaay to fucking expensive! He didn’t need to do that and that kind of money is shit I don’t got. (♯｀∧´) Made me feel really bad. I tell Devin that I hate him a million times then eat my breakfast of bad feelings. After breakfast Devin yells at me to hurry up and to get the fuck out before check out which was at noon. I drag ass and say my good bye to Dev Dev, he has a hella busy schedule and most likely didn’t even have time to really be at the con. He’s such an awesome friend! I LOVE YOU DEV DEV! *mega hugs* BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!!!
☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
Oh yeah I forgot to say that I’m hanging out with my lion buddy from Stephen Texas most of this time! MEOW! We have all sorts of fun! I’m semi-dunk by 1 p.m., randomly danced with a tuxedo cat, (made me all happy and thoughts of my Sasha cat.) Ran around some more and end up in his room 337, cussing with the CUTESTE sloth in the world, Tika! :3 We talked about war stories, and talked about bikes, and talked world adventures, and I dry hump my fox plush in all sorts of raunchy positions, screaming, randomly as I talked to her, It was pure silliness.
That night Stephen and I met our neighbors down the hall, they been drinking and knew how to party like you should at a con. Elaki, and his crew were living it up, I was already drunk, when they offered me his amazing mead that he made! (^з^)-☆ Murrr! It was so good that we drank two bottles. We were so fucking loud and semi-tried to keep it down but we would start yelling anyways, hehehehe! I thanked them and bounced to the dance. Down there I met Lost, Crimson and hung with Fusion till 5 a.m. I danced my tail off, O.M.G. I drank waaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much, and screamed until I lost my voice. It was officially a real con at this point. I got some warnings by Night Eyes for drinking in the hall. What a cool guy, because he give you a warning and didn’t just shut you down straight out, (Like you are supposed to Skippy!)
Damn it we lost, Lost somewhere along the way. Fusion, Crimson and I went to get foods which they kicked down for me cause they were fucking cool like that! *hugs, hugs, hugs* you guys rock! Holy shit did I have to push hard to make it through to the end of the night.
Sunday… After sleeping 2 and a half hours I got up because Ian kept kicking me in the fucking back and they didn’t close the fucking blinds, (who the fuck dose that?!?) I was mad hurting but powered through, bothered Tika till she got up and offended Ian as much as a cheetah could with my and Tika’s conversation. Oh and I had to dry hump the fox plush again, had to! The fox plush didn’t mind.
Stephen took me out for a fat burger and I was done, (wrecked cheetah was hella motherfuckin wrecked.)
It was Sunday, Nothing happens on Sunday anyways and Stephen and I didn’t give a fuck.
Well, I didn’t get kicked out of the con 3: but eh but what can ya do? Bummed a ride from Tika to the light rail downtown then headed home and to more adventures. Over all RMFC 2013 was a’ight and I look forward to next year. MEW!!!
*rolls around on the ground*
First day (only counting because my friend Stephen was in town) I couldn’t get there but who cares, it’s the first day and I knew it was going to be all lame and locked down anyways.
Second day I couldn’t get a ride so I begged my best friend (Devin) to takes me. After hours of crying and throwing a fit, he got annoyed and caved in. Hehehehe! When he showed up, I wasn’t even ready as always, and then we took off. We hit Rocco’s Chili n’ Donuts on the way (Why do we keep eating there?!?!) Once at anti-fun con Devin gets all irritated, impatient n’ shit, buy’s a stupid expensive drink (only one / $479) that we don’t even drink and walks off! I’m like “Uh… Okay?” He comes back after a few minutes and with a rage face says, “GET YOUR FUCKING BAGS! I GOT US A ROOM!!” I squeal, trip'n fall, and then run after him to the room.
In the room 431, we set up the place with our beats and booz and within 4 minutes we get a noise complaint. What I should have said to them was “what the hell took you so long?” I honestly didn’t give a shit because RMFC is the lobby con of the continental divide. After we went out and to try and have fun I was expecting to get kicked out cause I was already using my outdoor voice. Major drunkenness ensues and we find a room party. I’m in there for like 7 minutes, bullshiting with to fools an shit, when I get kicked out for going “WOOOOH!” off the balcony. I don’t get a warning or anything. Skippy (a.k.a. Cap'n Muttonchops) was all “Val your done, your too drunk.” I ignored him for a moment because that totally harshed my mellow and went to grab Devin to bail, he just showed up. Devin burned me as always and wanted to say with all the strangers and non-friends. I was like “what the fuck ever!” and left, called Devin right after I left, left him a fucked up message and ran around some more.
Even further drunk and much later, Devin shows back up in the room and I started talking shit. Devin responds with hitting me with a baton glow stick! We start fighting, being loud as hell, laughing all the while. I think we crashed after that or went back out, I can’t remember (too drunk).
3rd day, Devin and I wake up after 4 hours of sleep and I start talking about foods. Devin just keep saying “Dude, shut the fuck up! Go back to sleep! Motherfucker, SHUT UP!” Something along those lines, but I turn on the music, roll around in bed, still talking about food. “Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! I’ll just get room service, FUCK!” Motherfucker treats me to a $40567,89.53 breakfast!!! I was so pissed at the bill because it was, way, way, waaaaaaaaaaay to fucking expensive! He didn’t need to do that and that kind of money is shit I don’t got. (♯｀∧´) Made me feel really bad. I tell Devin that I hate him a million times then eat my breakfast of bad feelings. After breakfast Devin yells at me to hurry up and to get the fuck out before check out which was at noon. I drag ass and say my good bye to Dev Dev, he has a hella busy schedule and most likely didn’t even have time to really be at the con. He’s such an awesome friend! I LOVE YOU DEV DEV! *mega hugs* BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!!!
☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
Oh yeah I forgot to say that I’m hanging out with my lion buddy from Stephen Texas most of this time! MEOW! We have all sorts of fun! I’m semi-dunk by 1 p.m., randomly danced with a tuxedo cat, (made me all happy and thoughts of my Sasha cat.) Ran around some more and end up in his room 337, cussing with the CUTESTE sloth in the world, Tika! :3 We talked about war stories, and talked about bikes, and talked world adventures, and I dry hump my fox plush in all sorts of raunchy positions, screaming, randomly as I talked to her, It was pure silliness.
That night Stephen and I met our neighbors down the hall, they been drinking and knew how to party like you should at a con. Elaki, and his crew were living it up, I was already drunk, when they offered me his amazing mead that he made! (^з^)-☆ Murrr! It was so good that we drank two bottles. We were so fucking loud and semi-tried to keep it down but we would start yelling anyways, hehehehe! I thanked them and bounced to the dance. Down there I met Lost, Crimson and hung with Fusion till 5 a.m. I danced my tail off, O.M.G. I drank waaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much, and screamed until I lost my voice. It was officially a real con at this point. I got some warnings by Night Eyes for drinking in the hall. What a cool guy, because he give you a warning and didn’t just shut you down straight out, (Like you are supposed to Skippy!)
Damn it we lost, Lost somewhere along the way. Fusion, Crimson and I went to get foods which they kicked down for me cause they were fucking cool like that! *hugs, hugs, hugs* you guys rock! Holy shit did I have to push hard to make it through to the end of the night.
Sunday… After sleeping 2 and a half hours I got up because Ian kept kicking me in the fucking back and they didn’t close the fucking blinds, (who the fuck dose that?!?) I was mad hurting but powered through, bothered Tika till she got up and offended Ian as much as a cheetah could with my and Tika’s conversation. Oh and I had to dry hump the fox plush again, had to! The fox plush didn’t mind.
Stephen took me out for a fat burger and I was done, (wrecked cheetah was hella motherfuckin wrecked.)
It was Sunday, Nothing happens on Sunday anyways and Stephen and I didn’t give a fuck.
Well, I didn’t get kicked out of the con 3: but eh but what can ya do? Bummed a ride from Tika to the light rail downtown then headed home and to more adventures. Over all RMFC 2013 was a’ight and I look forward to next year. MEW!!!
I look forward to next year.
Hopefully it'll be Fun-con 2014. XDx
Maybe if the entire con bum rushes me while I'm knocked out, tied up to a chair, and they all have weapons, you might have a chance. Naaa, that would just make it interesting. Muhahahahaha!!! Ahhhhahahahahaha!!!!
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