Photos: The rest of the Neko-Con pictures

I don’t remember who took this picture.  Given the angle it was taken, I’m guessing it was the bartender from heaven, Clayton, or some really unfortunate soul who was forced into photo duty by a bunch of drunks.

That being said, if you haven’t already checked, all the Neko-Con photos are already up at this point.  Granted, I’ve posted a good bit of them as daily stories, but pretty much for the important pictures, like the ones of people I actually give a shit about, they’re all there. Along with various pictures of hot jailbait, a Putty patroller and Coach playing Dance Central, among other random shots.

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Photos: Halloween Parties

Ahh, Halloween.  The time of year where everyone can dress like complete weirdos, and it be completely acceptable.  This year saw two costume parties, where my camera made cameos at, one being a pleasant house party courtesy of Bunny and Sean, and the other being the Scoutmob-sponsored party at the Goat Farm.

Unfortunately I don’t have any pictures of myself dressed as WCW United States champion La Parka at Bunny and Sean’s, but there are plenty of pictures of myself having the big gay adventures of Fisto at the Goat Farm.

Much appreciation to Bunny and Sean’s hospitality and the pleasant time at their abode.  Scoutmob can suck a fat one for having a relatively poorly planned event, and not even the included-in-the-cost-of-admission beer and wine (wine, seriously?) could change the fact that it was like 48 degrees that night, and I’m in a costume bare-armed and legged.  Sorta related, I have to admit, it was kind of interesting being objectified for once in my life as the furry brief-wearing Masters of the Universe character, receiving my share of heckled cat-calls from drunk chicks.  The Goat Farm party was okay once I got loaded, but damn if it was far from perfect, and very volatile for genuine sucking.

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Dragon-Con 2011 Photos: That is if you didn’t know where to look already

Shit, all these photos were uploaded on the 5th, and subsequently updated on the actual photos page.  But I thought it would be fun to torture those of my friends and anonymous readers who think I’m Mr. Spot-On-The-Money Reliable at getting photos up right away, who wait for me to put up an actual update notification on the brog FP that photos are up, and make them read some of my stories and experiences before unleashing the rest of the photographs.  But anyway, here are the rest of all the photos I took during Dragon-Con.

Overall, Dragon-Con was fun.  It was nice to stay at one of the host hotels, even if it wasn’t the Marriott, thus requiring some creativity in maneuvering about at times.  If anything at all, such luxury meant I didn’t have to worry about getting a DUI when I drove home after a night of drinking at 4 a.m.

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Dragon-Con Stories: NoMoreLoko

Firstly, I don’t know why this image looks so posterized; there is still much I must learn about my new camera, and I guess this is the fault I get for relying on Auto settings, combined with the ambient color-changing neon lights of PULSEbar.

But anyway, after waking up Monday morning with a hangover, a lot worse than I could have expected from just one Four Loko (along with about seven beers), I said that I don’t ever want to drink again, which will remain true until the next time I decide to drink.  But one thing that will remain true is that my fascination with Four Lokos can officially be said to be completely over now.  The shit is truly the Devil’s piss, and even after being burned by it for the first time at New Year’s, I couldn’t stand that I still had three extra cans, that ultimately would need to get drank some day.

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The aftermath

This picture sums up Myrtle Beach pretty sufficiently, for the crude, unabashed Redneck Riviera it pretty much is.  To clarify one thing, the destroyed underwear was fortunately not mine, but I won’t specify whose.  The rest of the weekend was horrendous but delicious foods, lazy rivers ruined by fucking idiots, drinking, humidity that made it difficult to differentiate between the air outside and the air around my balls, more drinking, Butterfly, persons of questionable age, jackhammers, and Four Loko.  But for as many beaches I’ve been to this summer, it was nice to actually have gone into the ocean and wash about the waves for a little bit for a change.