Stalking The Wild Canadian Roleplayer

…in Texas

CatCon2: Day 0, Part One

(NOTE: The following is all fictional.)

Greetings from CatCon2! Well, the con officially starts tomorrow at 9:00 am, but we are here in Wilted Springs now…along with several thousand other gamers.

We actually arrived at 10:30, having been too excited to sleep in late. Initially, our plan was to arrive about noon and meet our friends the Joneses for lunch. Since we arrived early, we checked into the hotel and just kinda relaxed. Did I mention that the entire top floor of this hotel has all of the rooms reserved for Guests of Honor and Featured GMs? Well, it does! Pretty sweet, if you ask me.

About 11:00, Spike called me to say they were in town and on the way to the hotel. We took The Girls to the 10th floor, which is completely given over to an indoor dog park and about 30 minutes later (and several laps of chasing a robotic rabbit for Lucy) we were joined by Spike, Mary and Miranda.

Our lunch of choice was dim sum and it was pretty damned good. Normally, at a con, the next thing we would have done was cruise over and get out badges and goodie bags, but this year, the con had them ready to be handed out by the hotel staff when we checked in. That set the cool meter up to 11, I tell ya.

Anyway, we are all in our room now, comparing swag (which differs for each person, depending on how you filled out your con application back in January) and chatting.

More blogging later.

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6 comments on “Stalking The Wild Canadian Roleplayer

  1. em_gumby says:

    STOP STALKING MY WIFE! ^_^

  2. avylou says:

    Hi, Doc! Been following your con report with pleasure! I envy your efficient hotel! – unlike ours, which made me wait until four p.m. to get into my room (silly me for trying to be somewhat close to P & H…) and which gave away all the refrigerators even though I had been led to believe I had one reserved. Oh well! Missing you and Grace.

  3. Anonymous says:

    And we wouldn’t have made it to the con at all if the green fluid pouring out of the front end of the car halfway through Tennessee had meant a blown radiator instead of just a popped hose leading from the radiator. $78 repair instead of a cancelled convention trip!
    Spike

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