By which I mean the Geeky Kink Event.
Ah, not to imply that I would go to such a thing, of course.
Though, to be sure, I wouldn’t want to imply that I would NOT go to such a thing, were it to exist. Which it clearly does.
I’m just saying that if I WERE to go to such a thing, I MIGHT post something rambling and incoherent asking if anyone one else were.
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This could turn out to be terrible. It IS in Jersey, after all.
There are geeks in Joisey?? Would it be horribly inappropriate to ask if they call themselves gweekdos?
LOL…that schedule…that is the only thing I’ve ever seen which makes me want to be anywhere NEAR New Jersey. Thats awesome!
I must say there is a certain appeal to being in public when I have Shegor button the collar on my double breasted Victorian laboratory smock and then kiss my jackboots, but I won’t be going.
Jeff’s event? He knows how to through mini-cons and parties.
I’m not going to make it, but my daughter will probably be there. Watch for an almost six-foot-tall renn-faire hippie hanging out with a short ginger guy in a kilt. I expect a full report on her behaviour.
All except for “Rare and Unexplored Pet Play.”
Coatimundis? Pangolins? Spectacled caimans? What?
Ok, I take back the crack at Jersey. Connecticut kept me in (non-consensual!) gridlock for an hour and a half, and some jerk in New York forced me (again, COMPLETELY ignoring my safeword!) into the wrong lane, causing me to take a two hour detour trying to find my way back onto the highway via back streets. And, amusingly enough, Broadway, where a cop in an unmarked car cut me off, gave me the finger, and called me an asshole before driving off. New Jersey was polite and low maintenance.
Combined with work this morning, the required amount of bad planning and procrastination on my part, and one wrong turn I can’t find a way to blame on someone else, this means I missed almost the whole first day. Didn’t get there until almost 11p.
Plus, my GPS hates me, and my phone decided to experiment with edgeplay, almost dying several times. Since I needed it to find my way back to the hotel I’m sleeping in, this forced me me to stand around like a douche by the hotel’s (apparently) only power outlet, waiting for it to recharge.
On the other hand, a mistakenly chosen panel may just lead to a new hobby, which might be worth the trip all on it’s own . . .
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Though I STILL don’t get the deal with Jersey’s stop lights. Do they cycle once per phase of the moon, or something?
Oh,yeah. Sorry about the boat on I-95 yesterday.