Here's Saltine, my new car, a 2006 Scion xB (left). The birthday present library_lynn gave me was to do the shopping, test drives, loan application, paperwork, and so forth. All I did the Friday before Labor Day was come home, put down the key to White Devil, pick up the key for Saltine and drive away into the sunset. ( I drove up to the Tower, picked up Christian and we were off to Vegas...Collapse )
We hung out. We sold silly ribbons, to raise money to pay for the ones we give away at animelosangeles. We were given an invitation to an open room party that night, which is unusual for an anime convention. This party was being hosted by Xanadu Las Vegas, the convention next April chaired by Scott Anderson. With him was Jacqueline Mason, a recent transplant from Washington (state) where she has experience running Vikingcon. ( Christian and I are convinced that the convention has the appropriate fannish credentials...Collapse )
The party was the happening place for a while. Last year's animevegas DJ came up for a while -- he had a Cowbell Hero t-shirt and the actual cowbell to be used in the game. I've never played Cowbell Hero but I imagine it's on a par with Jug Band. He wasn't running the dance this year, but he brought a music player and provided the soundtrack for the party for an hour or so. Eventually the dance started downstairs and the party emptied out, but a lot of grateful fans were thankful for the dinner supplied by Xanadu. (Note to Jacqueline: A number of local anime fans hang out at one of the city libraries on a regular basis. Find out which one and get your postcards there.)
( We were given an Artists' Alley table by one of the entrances to the Dealers Room, and we were glad to have it...Collapse ) We brought the Costume Repair Station kit, as you can see in the photo. We helped at least 27 people, some more than once. Word spread that we had needle, thread, glue gun, and safety pins. (We had requests for hair clips and a hairbrush. I've asked Jess to buy a bunch of cheap plastic hairbrushes so when someone needs one for their wig or hair we can say "this one has never been used, take it and do not give it back to us.") I've been told that some people mentioned the costume repair station at closing ceremonies. Fair warning to the fans of Las Vegas: I don't go to every convention every year, so I can't guarantee I'll be back next year with the kit. Maybe someone local would like to offer to run a Costume Repair Station at the con? Or Xanadu could pick up the idea and have it as a feature if they keep their suite open by day...
We also brought the Tiki lantern I got at Tiki Oasis. We named him Tiki. Christian had a flashy-light thing, so we tried lighting up Tiki Sunday night with it and taking it to the dance. For a while we sat outside the dance watching the people go by and giving away the last of the granola bars, and someone came up to try to out-stare it (left). I don't think Tiki lost that contest.
So let me tell you something that happened before the convention. ( I wrote to the Autumn Dream (ex-Ani-Magic) CFO on 2008-07-24...Collapse )
Another motorized cracker box was in the parking garage, this one marked "Anime Vegas" on both sides with plenty of fannish bumper stickers in back. License plate "GEEKGRL" and I have no idea who it belongs to. My guess would be someone senior on the concom, but who?Animé Los Angeles has a newsletter. We handed them out at the table, and they also were (I think) stuffed in the goodie bags. And people were reading them at the convention (left). Something I've noticed about conventions is that people will sit down in the halls and lobby, chairs or not (right). This is one reason why I think we may as well give our members a place to sit down -- we won't be spilling out into the walkways as much, and people appreciate a place to sit.
We mostly survived on chorizo burritos and hot dogs during the weekend. Dinner was the Xanadu party Saturday night, and on Sunday we went to Cozymel's. It's one of my favorite restaurants in the LAX area, and I was pleased to see they had an outpost near the hotel.
The Chaz-and-Christian show unfolded again as we rolled down the highway. In Jean we stopped for gas and grabbed a nacho boat so we could serve ourselves some nuts or snacks without either of us having to rummage around in the bag. But driving into the sunset, with my hand up to block the glare that the visors couldn't intercept, meant that "sharing" a boat of Pringles didn't actually net me many crisps. Hoping for a gas station with bathrooms, we got off one exit too early and joined the parade of desperate men headed for the treeline... We took the 138/Pearblossom Hwy route (or was it Sierra Highway?) to the 14 and down to Granada Hills, and glory be, after dropping off Christian I was home before midnight.