Four years ago Clifford and I hauled up to good old Indiana for Chelle’s and my best friend’s wedding. “Best friend” is an understatement … Darewood is my brother from another mother. In our awkward years (his were MASSIVELY awkward, by the way) we were like two peas in a pod (except I had the better hair). We were thick as thieves. He was the Thelma to my Louise.
Just missing Brad Pitt.
Running to meet my destiny. Turns out it wasn’t my destiny. Oh, Hot Mike – how I miss looking at those baby blues …
I remember my first mixed-tape.
Best. Gift. Ever. Completely customizable.
I had to record songs through a microphone held next to the television speakers to capture the latest hits on MTV (yes, they actually played music videos once upon a time). I had everything from Madonna to the Beastie Boys to NKOTB; I even had The Bat Dance. An epic tape and probably the best one I’ve made to this day. Continue reading
Inspired by Papa Monkey’s post, I had to add an awesome Dragoncon flashback of my own. I’d seen Fake George Lucas for years and I finally got a picture with him. It was epic.
Fake George Lucas and me as Foxxy Cleopatra. And he likes Foster’s! I bet real George does, too.
This week’s Throw-Back has been submitted by community member Papa Monkey. A definite No-Take-Back. Thanks for submitting!
So I have never had a problem admitting that I’m a geek. In doing this, I made sure to set certain boundaries. Am I ever going to spend my evenings in some poorly lit basement playing Dungeons and Dragons? No. Do I have any desire to write poetry in Klingon? Never. Am I ever going to go to a sci-fi convention? Certainly not. THOSE are the people who need to get a life. Not me.
Things started to change. I had met the woman who would eventually be my wife and early on in our relationship she mentioned that she was being dragged to Dragoncon in downtown Atlanta by her sister who wanted to check out the art on display. My future wife certainly is not as geeky as me, so I couldn’t wait to hear horror stories about fat sweaty guys in stormtrooper costumes freaking out because there was a female in their presence. Here’s the kicker: she loved it. She told me that she and her sister were already planning on going back next year and I had to go with them.
Fast forward one year and there I was in Atlanta having no idea what to expect. There are not enough words in the English language to describe the sensory overload that I experienced. People of all ages were dressed as every character in popular culture that you could imagine and thousands more that you couldn’t.
Every character you could imagine.
I had scrambled eggs, went to the viewing and puked in the parking lot. And that’s why I hate breakfast for lunch.
Recently I found myself abandoned in Fort Collins. About 1500 miles from the place I called home, holed up in my sister’s house, lost and relatively alone (Clifford renovating the bathroom doesn’t exactly count as company), I felt I was being caged in a split-level abode with nothing but a few take-out menus and the Roku for camaraderie. What was a girl to do? Continue reading
This week’s installment of Throw-Back-Monday has been submitted by community member umalum99. Enjoy!
At the University of Michigan, the legendary Naked Mile took place on the last day of classes each school year. I say “took” place because, as I understand it, the Naked Mile is no-more (thanks overly sensitive fun-killers).
Observing my first event, I saw things I will never forget; specifically, a naked man on a unicycle waving sparklers around. My thought was “I want that to be me!” Not the naked unicyclist, but a participant.
With sparklers!
