I’m at a fancy hotel on a beach with several friends, waiting for some sort of convention to begin. We aren’t guests at the hotel, so we can only hang out in “visitor’s” areas, like the pool and game room. We wonder down a hallway that branches off from the pool room end up at an unusual hot tub area; Instead of the water being enclosed in a pool, the floor slants down into the water, which fills the end of the hallway, so you can walk right in. We didn’t bring swimsuits, but I really want to get into the hot tub, so I roll up my pants legs and walk as far as I can without getting my pants wet. The water gets deeper and deeper, with which I seem to be absolutely fascinated, shouting back, “I can’t go any further, the water is so deep!”
We then head to the convention, which turns out to be a sort of celebrity carnival. It’s set up like a carnival, with clowns and a ring leader and all, but groups of random celebrities are parading through, waving and interacting with the crowd. We’re seated at the top of duel level bleachers, with large platforms to both sides of the seating area. I recognize Mike Oeming and Taki Soma and chat with them for a bit (Taki’s hands are bandaged, but she says they’re healing well). I get the feeling that David Mack and Rupa DasGupta are supposed to be attending as well, but I’m not sure if they’d be in the audience with us, or part of the carnival, so I avoid ask about them. Several other girls in the audience start talking excitedly about David Mack, acting all schoolgirlish and giddy, like he’s a movie star. I was especially annoyed by a skanky preppy girl holding a long-stemmed red rose, going on and on about how hot David is; I reminded her that he’s also a talented artist (not a piece of meat). ^_^
At one point, a stuntman is driving a motorcycle across the front of the seating area, jumping between the bleachers and platforms and back again, when some horribly obese man (that I recognize from somewhere) leaps onto the motorcycle, as if he thinks he can ride on the man’s shoulders! The stuntman and motorcycle go in opposite directions, injuring the stuntman, and the big guy crashes down on the platform so hard that his clothes burst open, leaving him naked in front of everyone. He’s immediately removed by security and the carnival continues.
After all of the commotion, we walk to the edge of the seating area to talk with some of the celebrities parading by. Several are walking on stilts so they can talk to the audience members in the top level, such as us. Bob Saget is stilting by with his wife by his side and tells me to place my hand on his head. When I do, he recites a quote that I’m unfamiliar with (and now can’t remember), but that he seems to think is hilarious. I just smile politely and his wife gives him a disgusted look and says that she’s ready to go.
Just as we're getting ready to leave, I see a guy in a hallway that looks like my old friend Brian Henry, dressed in a Spanish costume (sombrero, ponch, etc), but for some reason, I'm convinced that it isn't actually him. Another person shows up to join him in the same type of outfit, and this time I'm just sure that it's Brian; Someone says "That's not him, that's a chick" and just to prove it, goes right up and asks. Sure enough, the person takes off the hat and fake mustache to reveal that she is indeed a chick, but the first guy is Brian, and she is his girlfriend. We all hang out for a while and live happily ever after. ^_^
