Every year I mean to do a big report linking to many vids I enjoyed. Every year I fail at this. It's like, I go to Vividcon, I take in lots and lots and lots, I get varying degrees of drunk, and then when I get back home I am too tired to write up any of it.
This year I was extremely drunk for Premieres. Not on purpose; we wanted to take the edge off of our nervousness, not unhook the balance and coordination synapses. I had one margarita with a splash of pineapple rum, mixed by![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
niqaeli, so say, perhaps twice as strong as if I'd gotten it at House o' Meat downstairs? I was so sleep-deprived that this one drink had me clinging to the walls to walk. I would have spent more time flat on the floor before the show if I hadn't had to go piss. And then despite pissing right before Premieres, I had to leave a couple vids in to go again. The lovely Miss Katie, who was conducting research on vidding at the con, informed me that in Australian slang I was a Cadbury: wasted on a cup and a half. Apparently this slang derives from a Cadbury's commercial advertising a cup and a half of milk in the chocolate. jetpack_monkey had been complaining about how much he was having to drink to feel the effects, as usually he is the lightest of lightweights; I informed him that I had found his tolerance and wished to return it. A row in front of us, Laura asked if I thought my inebriation would last until second half of the show, when it mattered for us. I can't remember what I said. I do remember that it did. Clinging to the walls! Flat on the floor again as soon as the show was over. Also, wasted.
(The night previous for Club Vivid,settiai reported that the bar was giving weak drinks, had watered down her order of Jack, straight, and therefore it took her fifteen drinks to get to buzzed but "I'm not that drunk, sadly!" She added that actually drunk on her includes walking into walls. She then walked into both the fridge and the table, and continued to claim she was not that drunk.)
We went to the Star Trek room party after Premieres; I lasted through Amok Time (and suggested that as a corollary to mindmeld==brainsex, T'Pau was fluffing Spock) before I had to go upstairs and just barely manage not to throw up. Splitting headache set in. I wanted only for my head to stop hurting long enough for me to sleep. Eventually hotel security told the Star Trek party to keep it down and a couple of my compatriots fled back to the room where they found me sobbing on the couch and fed me ice chips until I could pass out. This was the only night of the con I successfully slept eight hours.
Then I went to vid review.
Somehow I feel that vacations: I am doin' it wrong.
This year I was extremely drunk for Premieres. Not on purpose; we wanted to take the edge off of our nervousness, not unhook the balance and coordination synapses. I had one margarita with a splash of pineapple rum, mixed by
niqaeli, so say, perhaps twice as strong as if I'd gotten it at House o' Meat downstairs? I was so sleep-deprived that this one drink had me clinging to the walls to walk. I would have spent more time flat on the floor before the show if I hadn't had to go piss. And then despite pissing right before Premieres, I had to leave a couple vids in to go again. The lovely Miss Katie, who was conducting research on vidding at the con, informed me that in Australian slang I was a Cadbury: wasted on a cup and a half. Apparently this slang derives from a Cadbury's commercial advertising a cup and a half of milk in the chocolate. jetpack_monkey had been complaining about how much he was having to drink to feel the effects, as usually he is the lightest of lightweights; I informed him that I had found his tolerance and wished to return it. A row in front of us, Laura asked if I thought my inebriation would last until second half of the show, when it mattered for us. I can't remember what I said. I do remember that it did. Clinging to the walls! Flat on the floor again as soon as the show was over. Also, wasted.(The night previous for Club Vivid,
settiai reported that the bar was giving weak drinks, had watered down her order of Jack, straight, and therefore it took her fifteen drinks to get to buzzed but "I'm not that drunk, sadly!" She added that actually drunk on her includes walking into walls. She then walked into both the fridge and the table, and continued to claim she was not that drunk.)We went to the Star Trek room party after Premieres; I lasted through Amok Time (and suggested that as a corollary to mindmeld==brainsex, T'Pau was fluffing Spock) before I had to go upstairs and just barely manage not to throw up. Splitting headache set in. I wanted only for my head to stop hurting long enough for me to sleep. Eventually hotel security told the Star Trek party to keep it down and a couple of my compatriots fled back to the room where they found me sobbing on the couch and fed me ice chips until I could pass out. This was the only night of the con I successfully slept eight hours.
Then I went to vid review.
Somehow I feel that vacations: I am doin' it wrong.
