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Jen and I dashed out the door this morning to meet Stephanie (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thespian) at the Park Plaza Hotel so we could go to lunch. She was in town for that Arisia thing and while we were waiting for her in the lobby, I was smiled at by a teenage-appearing girl in a red poofy costume with cat ears and swords. I said, "A pre-pube kittycat with swords just smiled at me." Hello, surreal.
I suppose I'm a bit of a snob. I know that throughout my late teens and early twenties (thank you, TinyTIM) I spent a lot of time with the nerdy subset, the very smart, very charming types with infatuations with things like LOtR, Dr. Who, anime, comic books, video games, and other assorted things that I have never had any sort of taste for. I went to TIM parties and enjoyed the banter but never really felt like, "Hey, these are my people. We like all the same things," it was always more like, "These are really nice people and we have a good time." But when it comes to fannish sci-fi/fantasy types that I /don't/ know and /don't/ have a relationship with? Yeah, I admit it, I get kind of creeped out.
There's really only so many fannish costumes I can see before I get itchy, only so many sallow, skinny girls with long hair and thick glasses before even /I/ feel undowdy, only so many jedi knights before I'm calling Stephanie saying, "Are you close to coming down to rescue me from the scaries?"
We were going to grab a quick lunch before her panel but she opted to skip the panel and we spent 3 hours at Fire and Ice getting our $14 worth. Much conversation and catching up ensued, which was nice because I like talking to Stephanie but we don't get much chance and I tend not to comment in her journal much because I think our friendship is more dynamic than the passive medium of comments. So, good times. I'm glad I raced out the door unshowered for the experience.
Because I didn't have time to shower, I pulled on corderoy cargo pants (shut up, Rick) and my Fifteen hoodie, which I guess made S remark that I was looking "rather butch these days." After laughing myself silly, it was kind of fun. I have a hankering to be more andro again but it seems like I spent so much time and effort growing my hair and actually having some sort of girly style.
Argh, what's a boy to do?
thespian) at the Park Plaza Hotel so we could go to lunch. She was in town for that Arisia thing and while we were waiting for her in the lobby, I was smiled at by a teenage-appearing girl in a red poofy costume with cat ears and swords. I said, "A pre-pube kittycat with swords just smiled at me." Hello, surreal.I suppose I'm a bit of a snob. I know that throughout my late teens and early twenties (thank you, TinyTIM) I spent a lot of time with the nerdy subset, the very smart, very charming types with infatuations with things like LOtR, Dr. Who, anime, comic books, video games, and other assorted things that I have never had any sort of taste for. I went to TIM parties and enjoyed the banter but never really felt like, "Hey, these are my people. We like all the same things," it was always more like, "These are really nice people and we have a good time." But when it comes to fannish sci-fi/fantasy types that I /don't/ know and /don't/ have a relationship with? Yeah, I admit it, I get kind of creeped out.
There's really only so many fannish costumes I can see before I get itchy, only so many sallow, skinny girls with long hair and thick glasses before even /I/ feel undowdy, only so many jedi knights before I'm calling Stephanie saying, "Are you close to coming down to rescue me from the scaries?"
We were going to grab a quick lunch before her panel but she opted to skip the panel and we spent 3 hours at Fire and Ice getting our $14 worth. Much conversation and catching up ensued, which was nice because I like talking to Stephanie but we don't get much chance and I tend not to comment in her journal much because I think our friendship is more dynamic than the passive medium of comments. So, good times. I'm glad I raced out the door unshowered for the experience.
Because I didn't have time to shower, I pulled on corderoy cargo pants (shut up, Rick) and my Fifteen hoodie, which I guess made S remark that I was looking "rather butch these days." After laughing myself silly, it was kind of fun. I have a hankering to be more andro again but it seems like I spent so much time and effort growing my hair and actually having some sort of girly style.
Argh, what's a boy to do?
