Um, so, Shore Leave was pretty much amazing? Like you guys are surprised. I don't think I even have it in me to make a full report, because the entire thing was one big blur of me hugging everyone who asked for it and some people who didn't seem to want me near them at all or, you know, have any clue who I was, and then seeing David Hewlett fondle a guitar and having Kate Hewlett talk directly to us about her purse and Jewel Staite nearly brushing me with her bare legs that are long and gorgeous and fa;jgalkmgawfl and, okay, I'm breathing. Right. Yes.
I totally had a panic attack like that right before stepping into the room for a picture with David and having to touch him. NO HARDSHIP of course because he is even more fit in real life than I'd ever imagined and he smells like warm sheets, but I look somewhat like I've stuck my finger in an outlet, and he looks somewhat like he's not had a cup of coffee for three days.
Anyway, I met a bunch of amazing fangirls and bounced all around them like a hyperactive puppy for most of the weekend. exsequar
and I shared a room - which, well, not much sleep occurred, what with the giggling and the episode watching - and it was fabulous. And on TOP of that, I had: ladycat777
(briefly because I was distracted by the Hew's...Hewlishiousness), emyrys
(I'm so sorry for dragging Anne away like that, it was totally rude! I didn't realize you two were conversing and eeeek), and probably a bunch more that I'm forgetting because I suck or because I never asked your lj names. Please yell at me if you were there!
There were a few faces I thought I might have recognized, but my eyesight is notoriously horrible and badges are tiny
, so I couldn't get up the guts to go say, "HI, ARE YOU ON MY FLIST! :D?" in a timely manner. But if you thought a girl in a red dress/colorful skirt might have looked at you and been a total ass about not saying something? It's because I'm a wimp, not because I don't love you. Wimp wimp wimp. ( Cut for slight meanderings and a photo )
I'm sure we all said wonderful and stupid things that I'm forgetting, and I'm equally sure some of the things that came out of my mouth this weekend fell gracelessly and with much sound into the second category, but I can't think of them right now. So! I'm going to go steal some more of hebrew_hernia
's gorgeous pics (which she will hopefully post [except, um, not the ones that feature my boobs]) and make icons out of them while I attempt fruitlessly to catch up on my flist. If you have an anecdote to share, pleeeaasse dooo. I want to hear!...omg david hewlett. *squeak*