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A Weekend to Remember
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That was one heck of a 72-hour stretch (well, more or less). So much so that I'm going to talk about a little bit here! So settle in.
Friday, after a rather dull day at work, I headed up to San Francisco with a gaggle of other furries to go to a club. A regular club for once, unlike our usual spot of The Stud where we have Frolic every month. This one had a special event where, among the many acts performing, Andrew W.K. (he of Party Hard fame and all-around Pinkie Pie lover) was DJing a late-night set. And he wanted furries around! Dude loves us fuzzy people.
So, we all went and partied it up. It was a really neat club, quite spacious even though only about half of it was open for this particular event. The club made us feel right at home, giving us a truly enormous changing space downstairs that made all suiting-related preparations a breeze. As the crowd was by and large normal people (the sort who hit a club on a Friday night, even), we certainly stood out, and we all got a lot of love. Folks got tons of pictures, danced with us, and generally shared in the frivolity. For my part, it was rather interesting to be surrounded by all these regular individuals. I'm caught in my strange little bubble so often that I actually don't really know what normal really "is" (in the majority sense, I mean), so this was really something. If nothing else, it taught me that a) I really know diddly-squat about popular R&B, Hip-hop, and non-EDM club music, and b) unlike me, most people genuinely know how to dance.
The real highlight of the evening came at the end of the night, when Andrew took the stage. After a rousing opening set of Party Hard that got the crowd amped up, all us suiters were invited to come up and dance on stage. Which we did, to great excess and to great appreciation by all present. Really, it's kinda hard to put into text what this felt like, since it was truly incredible. Even after I accepted the fact that my random flailing probably wasn't passing for decent dancing for the hundreds and hundreds of spectators, it was still a ton of fun to be rocking it up on stage, flanked by awesome suiters and listening to rocking music. Definitely a unique experience in my life, and I'm not sure it'll ever be equaled.
Thank goodness someone filmed it, because I can still hardly believe it (observe my pitiful attempts to keep to the rhythm and weep): https://twitter.com/dinAlt_J/status.....12624536375296
I was up on stage for about 40 minutes. A bunch of regular folks joined us shortly after we got on, which did mean I had to fight for stage space a few times. But it was all in good fun, and there was plenty of that to go around.
So that was Friday! I had to limp home after all was said and done, totally drained and exhausted after so much suiting. But there was hardly any time for sleep, because Saturday was the big day: Fourth of July! And I was hosting a BBQ.
I've done BBQ's at my place twice before, but this one kind of blew my expectations away. I ended up with somewhere between 70 and 80 furs milling around my house from around 1:30 in the afternoon all the way until the final stragglers headed to bed around 4AM. I tend to fret quite a lot when I host, and spent a good deal of the day worrying that everyone wasn't having a good time. But that's mostly me being me, as by all accounts everyone had a great day/night, and the whole affair was generally a great success. Lots of chatting, suiting, eating, watching fireworks, marshmallow roasting, and generally more chatting. I'm really happy so many folks could come, and even more happy they had a good night. I don't know how much longer I'll be living at home, but I'm hoping I can squeeze in one final BBQ before I'm gone.
And then came Sunday, which was as lazy as it was supposed to be. After a long morning cleaning the house and stuffing all my trash cans as full as they could manage, I just flopped onto the couch and chilled. Played some video games, watched a movie (it had been entirely too long since I was swept away by the majesty of Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World). It was just the right way to end the weekend, and even having the misfortune to sit through the lost slog that is Terminator: Genisys couldn't sour my mood.
So: good holiday weekend.
Now just two quiet days. Nothing special today or tomorrow.
But then comes Comic Con.
Won't that be something...
Friday, after a rather dull day at work, I headed up to San Francisco with a gaggle of other furries to go to a club. A regular club for once, unlike our usual spot of The Stud where we have Frolic every month. This one had a special event where, among the many acts performing, Andrew W.K. (he of Party Hard fame and all-around Pinkie Pie lover) was DJing a late-night set. And he wanted furries around! Dude loves us fuzzy people.
So, we all went and partied it up. It was a really neat club, quite spacious even though only about half of it was open for this particular event. The club made us feel right at home, giving us a truly enormous changing space downstairs that made all suiting-related preparations a breeze. As the crowd was by and large normal people (the sort who hit a club on a Friday night, even), we certainly stood out, and we all got a lot of love. Folks got tons of pictures, danced with us, and generally shared in the frivolity. For my part, it was rather interesting to be surrounded by all these regular individuals. I'm caught in my strange little bubble so often that I actually don't really know what normal really "is" (in the majority sense, I mean), so this was really something. If nothing else, it taught me that a) I really know diddly-squat about popular R&B, Hip-hop, and non-EDM club music, and b) unlike me, most people genuinely know how to dance.
The real highlight of the evening came at the end of the night, when Andrew took the stage. After a rousing opening set of Party Hard that got the crowd amped up, all us suiters were invited to come up and dance on stage. Which we did, to great excess and to great appreciation by all present. Really, it's kinda hard to put into text what this felt like, since it was truly incredible. Even after I accepted the fact that my random flailing probably wasn't passing for decent dancing for the hundreds and hundreds of spectators, it was still a ton of fun to be rocking it up on stage, flanked by awesome suiters and listening to rocking music. Definitely a unique experience in my life, and I'm not sure it'll ever be equaled.
Thank goodness someone filmed it, because I can still hardly believe it (observe my pitiful attempts to keep to the rhythm and weep): https://twitter.com/dinAlt_J/status.....12624536375296
I was up on stage for about 40 minutes. A bunch of regular folks joined us shortly after we got on, which did mean I had to fight for stage space a few times. But it was all in good fun, and there was plenty of that to go around.
So that was Friday! I had to limp home after all was said and done, totally drained and exhausted after so much suiting. But there was hardly any time for sleep, because Saturday was the big day: Fourth of July! And I was hosting a BBQ.
I've done BBQ's at my place twice before, but this one kind of blew my expectations away. I ended up with somewhere between 70 and 80 furs milling around my house from around 1:30 in the afternoon all the way until the final stragglers headed to bed around 4AM. I tend to fret quite a lot when I host, and spent a good deal of the day worrying that everyone wasn't having a good time. But that's mostly me being me, as by all accounts everyone had a great day/night, and the whole affair was generally a great success. Lots of chatting, suiting, eating, watching fireworks, marshmallow roasting, and generally more chatting. I'm really happy so many folks could come, and even more happy they had a good night. I don't know how much longer I'll be living at home, but I'm hoping I can squeeze in one final BBQ before I'm gone.
And then came Sunday, which was as lazy as it was supposed to be. After a long morning cleaning the house and stuffing all my trash cans as full as they could manage, I just flopped onto the couch and chilled. Played some video games, watched a movie (it had been entirely too long since I was swept away by the majesty of Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World). It was just the right way to end the weekend, and even having the misfortune to sit through the lost slog that is Terminator: Genisys couldn't sour my mood.
So: good holiday weekend.
Now just two quiet days. Nothing special today or tomorrow.
But then comes Comic Con.
Won't that be something...
But it was nice to make it to Chicken and Trigger and I had a great time fursuiting in Santa Cruz Friday evening. Probably not a good idea to go without a handler but it still worked out great. People loved us and no one bothered us. Just wish we'd gotten some pictures.