Okay, yes, I know it's a late entry to be posting this about FC, but sue me, because I haven't used LJ very much, except to keep track of friends. :P Anyway, yes, it was a blastin' great con, there were a lot of things to do, the staff was nice, and I got to meet with a bunch of friends and hung out with a lot of other people, although one person did say that meeting me was the worst day of his life, and yet I'm confused about that. My guess was probably because I was drunk. Who knows. Either way, Toby, if you're reading this, if you think meeting me was the worst day of your life, that's your choice. Don't hang out with me if you still want to see me as an arrogant dick because I don't want to accept the fact that I hang out with people who think this way. And if you're going to Anthrocon, you might want to stay home because I'm going. So there.

Anyway, with that out of the way, let's go with the journal, shall we? Oh, and a warning, this will be a big journal.

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE ROADTRIP - Jan. 16: I arrived at Trapa's around 3PM as I want to be early and to make sure I get one of the best spots. I was one of the first people to pay for the road trip, which was $150CDN (although I could pay more, personally). Around then, Furgeta and Ravenwood were already there, as well as perhaps another fur, but I can't remember who it was. Anyway, later on some of us stepped out to get a few things, and by the time we returned, I found that Orka arrived, and Trapa was wrapping him tightly with tape, and then later on started putting labels marked "TRAPA" (www.trapa.ca) all over him. I took a photo of that, and it seemed funny at the time. It wasn't until midnight that I fell asleep while listening to 2 Sense.

ROAD TRIP 1 - Jan. 17: The next morning, I woke up at 7:30AM, and later learned that some people went out to pick up the four vans to which they rented, but we ran into some delays, which was the first of the many delays we had on our way to FC. That delay was because there were tire problems, and had to gt another tire, or so it seems. However, when they arrived, we started moving our stuff down to the parking lot and as soon as everything was packed and ready to go, we hopped in the vans and began our journey, which began at 11AM. We picked up a few things from the gas station not too far away, and then we really drove off on the road. From there, we arrived at the border, and shortly after we left, I decided to give Teddy Pawpad a call and said that we were on our way and will be arriving around 12 noon the next day. Our first checkpoint after we crossed the border was Wal-Mart, to exchange vans and seating arrangements (I was with Ravenwood, Trapa and Loial) and to grab a few things. Later, I sat in the silver van with Kaji, Kae Cyphet and Qmick Husky (Kae's from Seattle, for those who don't know), and thus we continued on the journey. We went to a family country restaurant around 8PM, somewhere between Washington and Oregon to fill up on food and drinks, and then continued on. At that point, despite previous checkpoints I should have taken, this is where I first started taking photos, and I took a couple where Davecko was being the silly fox he is. We arrived in Oregon around 9-10PM, and at that point, I fell asleep, until we started stopping at other checkpoints. I stayed up long enough to stock up on a snack and a drink, took a photo, and resumed sleep. It wasn't until 4:30AM that we arrived in California, and we were about 4000 feet up high in elevation, very most likely above sea level. Again, I took more photos of the checkpoints we stopped at. Though I do distinctly remember some of the guys telling us we won't arrive until 9PM because of icy road conditions. I said otherwise and that we shouldn't worry too much, even though the temperature was below freezing, and that we will arrive around 11AM-12PM. Somehow, I took it like a prediction.

DAY 1 - Jan 18: We arrived in California at 4:30AM. Gathered up some food at another gas stop and continued on. While on the road on the way to San Jose, around 9AM, we stopped at another restaurant to get some food in our tummies before moving on to San Jose. When we left, Qmick and I spotted what would mark as our first view of a palm tree, which was in the middle of nowhere. We took a photo of it. And thus we traveled on. At 10AM, we finally made it to San Jose, and at that point, I was so stoked and couldn't wait to get out of the van. It was around 11-11:30AM that we finally made it to the Doubletree Hotel. My prediction was right, and I felt pleased about it too. After we got our designated hotel rooms, we grabbed our stuff and moved it all in the rooms we were assigned to and relaxed. Registration wasn't open yet, though, so I decided to take the time to explore around the hotel and the entire convention area to see which rooms took place and where, as well as grabbing some food because I grew hungry. But while I was exploring around, I met Colt, a friend of mine, who started groping my butt, making me squeak, and normally foxes don't squeak, but she managed to do it somehow. By the time 5PM rolled around, people were lining up for registration and I grabbed a spot at that time too. It was pretty long, and it took a whole lot of us 2 and a half hours (for some it's longer) and we finally managed to get our conbadges in our stiff, dead paws. My legs were pretty tired after all that standing, so I said to myself "Finally, I got registered, my legs are tired. Fuck it, I'm going to the bar!" My ex-boyfriend Luke Snowcat was there at the con, as well as few of his friends, but by the time I came to the bar, he and Chris (Darkwolf) were already drunk. Soon after, I was drunk as well. I had three Long Island Ice Teas, a Sex On The Beach, a Heineken, and a couple of other drinks. I wandered aimlessly around the con, staggering like that shopkeeper in Fable while escorting the drunk boys to my room, as they needed a place to stay. From the bar, though, I've met a fur, a fennec fox, named Jaspian, whom had given me and Luke an open invitation to a room party on the second floor, titled the Frozen Oasis. And I marked a promise that I would be there.

DAY 2 - Jan. 19: The real fun begins. Many of us lined up for the Dealer's Den and when it opened around 11, we got in there pretty fast. I wandered about, looking at all the tables that were there, commissioning conbadges at the drop of a hat. Although there were plenty of artists, I've also noticed that some of the tables were empty, one reason being that because there are artists on the way that haven't arrived yet. So I thought to myself "They're late, that's okay, I'll try again later." And so they arrived, and everything ran smoothly. It's great to see that most of these artists recognize me from Conifur, which is obvious, because I was wearing the conbadges from 2005. I just felt worlds better because of it. Later in the day, I felt that time had moved forward really fast in less than an hour, and it was 6PM before I knew what hit me. So I had supper, then later returned to my room for a while to take a break, as The Frozen Oasis didn't start until 9:30. When it did, I was right there in front and went in for a few drinks. Around then, I was pretty half-drunk when I staggered into the Blackhole, a Klingon party room, and there I had some pretty strong drinks, called a Combat Cocktail. I had three of these drinks, and was very hammered after the third. I stumbled back to my room, and had to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately I didn't make it to the toilet in time and barfed all over the bathroom floor, cursing the Porcelain God for being so far away when I needed him the most. And this was from my roommate's POV (Point of View). I didn't remember much else, except I flopped right on my bed, passing out.

(More to come and will be updated later on, so stay tuned! Comments disabled until the full post.)