| Sep. 1st, 2008 @ 02:14 am Third Day |
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Ah, Sunday... bloody Sunday. This is the day that, for the other three Cons I work at, I would look forward to with glee because it meant it was over.
Not so with DragonCon; today was the third day, and it was a busy one. Hubby and I started with a waltz through the Walk of Fame to see who was around once we made it to the site. For $30, we got Sean Astin's (Samwise Gamgee) signature on the special edition of the Fellowship of the Ring, and $50 got us signatures from Nathan Fillion (Captain Malcolm Reynolds) and Alan Tudnyk (Wash; Steve the Pirate). Another $30 and we got Jewel Stait's signature next to Nathan's. All four of them were very nice people, and there seemed to be a "pun field" around the area where Sean and Nathan were sitting because the jokes were thick and unintentional.
After about two hours there, because what would a Con be without lines and off-duty staffers do not get line-cut privileges, we hunted down an area to eat lunch in while we partook of MRE "goodness". There was "turkey" and "mashed potatoes and gravy" for me, and a "hamburger" for Hubby. They did the job of filling our bellies and getting calories into us, however, and very shortly we were signing in for the day and receiving our assignments.
For me, that was down the stairs to the Ballrooms, where I guarded doors against unauthorized entry and, surprisingly, reconnected with an old friend from my old church youth group whom I hadn't seen in several years and was startled to learn was working security as well. Hours passed, events came and went, positions changed, and I found myself outside of yet another ballroom on the opposite side of the hotel, guarding yet another door for a few more hours. Breaks? What are those? I will say, however, that the Atlanta Radio Theatre Company put on a pretty impressive performance. I only managed to hear it, but considering who and what they are, that's all that mattered.
At around 1740, I was reminded of an errand I needed to run for Hubby, which prompted a near-frantic call over the radio for someone to relieve me for a few minutes. Those few minutes turned into a little over half an hour as I speed-walked across all three hotels and back with three books which, thanks to the kindness of the author in question, were signed in short order by Ms Anne McCaffery. My return to my husband with the books was marked with a sardonic, "Here's the contraband, sir," before I disappeared back across all three hotels again to return to my post as promised. There was much sweating.
2030 rolled around and Hubby got himself off of shift. 2100 rolled around and I managed to get someone to relieve me at the door and got myself signed off as well. By this point we had pretty much ended up working through everything we'd wanted to see and the Masquerade was full to capacity, so we went in search of dinner and then in search of the very few panels we wanted to see. The panel I disappeared into was on StarGate and the world of slash fanfics and dark!fic: my kind of writing. The group was small, but dedicated and interested (as well as interesting) and we were in that panel for three hours. By the time we finally called a halt, it was nearly one in the morning and Hubby and I fled screaming into the darkness.
Tomorrow is the last day, and we both have, if not all of our required hours, at least most of them. My blisters have multiplied, but so has my stamina. And if anyone saw me there and wanted to say hi but couldn't because I was in a rush? You have my number.
-Lady Shadowphyre |
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