Luckily, LameCon ended Thursday night and FCN more than made up for it in awesomness. There is no LameCon, of course, but I'm using that to refer to everything that happened up until the con that tried to prevent me from going such as losing all of my roommates and carpoolers at the last minute for various reasons. Anyway, I left my apartment on Thursday at around noon and had a rather uneventful 9 hour drive to Michigan, stopping twice for gas, food and caffeine. I arrived at the hotel at around 9:30pm, found my roommate for the night (ended up with some Canadian furs from the message board) and said hi to some familiar faces. I was tired from the drive and was in bed early around midnight. Friday morning I woke up at 8 to the arrival of one of the other furs staying in the room. The meeting was fairly awkward. I'm not going into the details here, but it just was. I picked up my badge, went fursuiting for a bit, went to a panel, caught up with friends and ate dinner in the con suite. At night, I hug out in the staff lounge for a while and shared stories about the creepy furs that have come into our lives. I also learned an amazing term from Giza. That term is "20 minute dog fucker." The funny part about this is that I knew exactly what he meant when he said it without him needing to explain. For those of you that don't get it, this term references the furs that will talk to you online for 20 minutes and before that 20 minutes is up, they're sharing stories about how much they like to sex up their dogs. It's sad that I've had enough of those to understand that perfectly. Needless to say, I'm adopting the term.

Saturday brought more suiting, a little bit of drama, a lot of laziness on my part and that's about it. I polished off the rum I had brought and had fun at the dance for the rest of the night. Sunday was odd because I had to check out of one room and wait until 3 to check in with my second reservation. In the meantime, I decided to do some suiting, so I changed in the headless lounge. I participated in the fursuit games, checked into my room and then went to change out of suit. At this point, I noticed something missing from my stuff. It seems like someone decided they liked my FWA t-shirt and wandered off with it. So, whoever did that...lame. Really now. After that, I got to have a delightful, shirtless romp through the hotel and out into the parking lot to get my clothes and a new shirt. Nobody seemed to know it was me and the consensus was that it was kind of bad-ass, so whatever. On Sunday night, I took gross advantage of the free beer and chatted with Wag and some others and finished off the night by suiting at the dance. I also continued my Sunday night con tradition of being horribly molested on the dance floor. I'll live though.

On Monday, I said my goodbyes and departed the hotel at 11am. My drive home was pretty scary and involved a truck loaded with pallets that weren't secured properly and so once in a while there would be a pallet in the middle of the highway that I had to swerve around. Eventually I caught up to the truck and managed to get past it without getting a pallet through my windshield, though I did have to swerve around another one. I also saw a school bus painted with flames and covered in barbed wire with the words "Meat Puppet" stencilled on the side. My final observation on the trip home is that the state of Ohio is constantly under construction.

I definitely had a great time at this con and I hope I get to make it again next year.

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