Oh my god, so much fun. Too much to publish on the internet! I love my Lost Boys and the times we have and the new friends that I make (and the alcohol I drink and so on and so forth). I’m really not a big horror convention person. I don’t really go there to shop (I bought a key chain, a photo of the Boys from the movie and a Teddy Scares kit) like the diehards do and I’m not big on autographs (I only have autographs from guys from The Lost Boys since those are really the only ones I think are worth getting). I just go to have fun and see my friends that I see pretty much once a year (not necessarily at conventions). The weekend was a blast and I’m still trying to recover from it. Yesterday’s 4 hour drive and change drive home was interesting. It’s a serious break from my normal routine because I rarely party like that but when I do, I live it up! Why not?

Of course my effing hip decided to give out on me when the night was young on Saturday which pissed me the hell off. We were walking up the stairs (the elevators were pointless a lot of the time, they were so overused and delayed) and I went from no pain to OMG don’t make me take another step. Didn’t tell anyone but by the time we got up to one of the rooms, I was fighting the tears and trying not to show a limp. It was probably a half hour after that that I excused myself to go back to my room and deal with the problem. Of course I ran into two of my good friends that had left for a moment (also a couple of the celebrities at the convention) that had never seen me like that (by the time I got to the elevator, which was 10 feet outside the door, it was pretty obvious that I was really trying not to cry) and they both freaked.

I reassured them I’d be OK and that I’d be back up in a half hour. I gimped back to my room, had a good cry not only at the pain but at the sheer frustration that I’m 25 and have to explain to people that yes, I do throw my hips out (not to mention I’m 25 with the joint problems of a 60 year old, thanks gymnastics!), popped a couple Aleve (I won’t do anything stronger simply because it doesn’t get rid of the pain, just makes me see vapor trails) and waited for the blotchy crying to subside. Once it did, I redid my face and went down to the bar first. Of course, it was 2:30 in the morning and it was closed. Dammit. So I went back to the party. One friend was there and was happy to see me and made sure I was ok. Just so happens he was with some girls that had a stash of alcohol. Yay! Got me some and left only to run into friend number two that had actually come looking for me and I brought him back to that room for more alcohol. Party on!

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