So I started my adventure off by carpooling with a bird, bunneh, and a puppy, from central WA over to Seatac. After we arrived friday morning, furs started dropping out of the ceiling and popping out of all directions just to say Ello' to my face, and supply me with a random toxic beverage.

A hyena even busted through the wall, just like the kool aid man, and gave me a bag of jello shots to hand out. I ate them all instead, because I am selfish. On my way to register for the con, I was greeted by friends and pulled into every other random room, and force fed booze. A buff lion gave me some shots of cinnamon rum (Yummy), and a Wagon proved to me that you can never have to many glow sticks on your suit... in your bathroom... on your walls... even in questionable "other" toys... *shudder*

Night time had rolled around and I failed to make my way down to reg. A fellow feline was nice enough to help me back to my room, because for some reason my ability to walk was hindered at the time. Then I stumbled over to the bellfur's room next door, where a fox gave me a bottle of tequila... Then a husky beat me with a flogger... I don't remember the rest of the con.

The moral of the story. Don't trust mutts.