Weekend over. Very tired.
Densha otoko was good. So was the subbers panel.
Tofu's Taylor Hicks stylings were not good enough to get him to round 2 of otaku idol.
The traditional almost-getting-throw-out-of the hotel happened on friday night. We got a noise warning at around 1230 AM, and then at a little before 3AM all of the non-guests got thrown out. We put a decent dent into the alcohol, though.
I got into town at around 8pm friday. I drank on the train. I drank as soon as I got to the hotel. I drank on the way out of the hotel. I think my only mistake was not to drink during the panel at 1000, which went pretty smoothly and consisted largely of Q&A. This was audiostreamed and there may be a copy available somewhere. Double whammy: two of our guests were basically sideswiped by a guy on a bicycle (who rode between them and made contact). After some yelling, one of them was punched in the eye. It looked pretty painful. At least there was plenty of booze to numb the pain.
Friday night highlights were 2 hours of hot tub karaoke. This was awkward but amusing. Yaoiboy was carrying around a laptop and microphone, broadcasting it to the channel. After the party, pretty much everyone went straight to bed. We tried getting some people from 410 to go into our room to balance things out, but they are very sound sleepers. Tofu woke up to find a random underaged girl who was giving me total gaara vibes in appearance
sleeping next to him in bed. I swear nothing happened!!!
I stayed up all night playing poker online after my ambien failed to kick in properly. I made a nice profit over about 1500 hands. Dead was boggled to see one of our guests urinate on the carpet about 15 feet away from the bathroom. At least we tipped housekeeping well.
Everyone was pretty much awake by noon, so we all went out to see densha otokon, which is a very charming little movie about a overly shy and self-conscious japanese otaku who objects to the drunken antics of a older man on a train. He gets a thank you gift from one of the women he helped out on the train and eventually begins to date her, with the aid of members of the 2chan forums. Ostensibly based on a true story, it is peppered with otaku references and ascii art/emoticons. Overall, a very good balance of romantic comedy and pleasant characters.
Then we tried to go to hooters, but the wait was absurd, so we went to chipotle instead. I am mixing things up somewhat, but I believe the next stop was back to the hotel for a quick drink and then off to the otaku idol competition, where tofu and his suit sang some song that will probably appear in a l-e troll sub at some point as an OP. It was good, but not good enough for him to advance to the next round. Maria/hinano also sang. Dammit, I don't know the name of any of these songs. Whatever.
After some meandering, we loaded up on beers and commenced the flcl drinking game. Sips were required for:
- phallic references
- any new pillows song
- the giant iron
- any coming of age or underaged sexual undertones
- naota getting hit in the head
- any direct statement of the title, either spoken or printed
- baseball bat or rickenbacker bass appearance in any new scene (see phallic references)
- any apparent or ejaculation (i.e. iron giving off steam)
- any time we felt like it
This game worked very well with southern comfort. I forget what happened next, but we (myself, deadalready, and hiei) tried to go get some wings at hooters, but the yankees game had just gotten out. We decided to just find some place a little farther from down town and looked for a cab. I saw what appeared to be a van for hire, but i was mistaken. The guy riding shotgun asked me where I was going and I told him "ruth's chris steakhouse," to which he responded that he was just joking about giving us a ride. I told him, with a smile on my face and laughing, "don't fucking joke with me like that man" and he started trying to instigate something. I just yelled at him and walked away. Pretty hilarious.
We took a cab a couple miles to the east and ended up at the louisiana, which had a live jazz combo playing and very good filets.
We got back to the EMPTY hotel with 2 30 packs of beer in tow. NO ONE WAS THERE. We went from 428 to 410, which was near the ice machine, and hung out for a few minutes. After inviting everyone to our room, we started drinking and just kinda hung out and watched tv. People started showing up, so hiei and myself took the initiative to wash out some cups with the scalding water and set up a beer pong table. We didnt have any balls so we used bottle caps. It was surprisingly challenging. We didn't have any noise complaints despite 30 or 35 people being in the room. At around 3am I pretty much lost all track of time. I apparently started drinking again after trying to fall asleep, which was a very effective way of getting to bed. Somehow I meandered over to 410 again (with no memory whatsoever of having done so) where I informed people that 'if they have any problems, they can call 911.'
In a haze, I stumbled back to the room and passed out until 11am, when we cleaned the room for checkout. I slacked on this, although I did fill the whole bell cart with the bellboy. I had done enough cleaning the two nights before, so if it looked like I was being a lazy bitch, it's only because I had been the exact opposite for the past 2 days.
Okay, I'm done for now.
Good weekend, tho. Someone else will likely fill in the gaps that alcohol has left blank.
