I have “Giants in the Sky” in my head. This morning I went on a Sondheim binge and downloaded a bunch of Into the Woods and Sweeney stuff. It makes me want to watch Into the Woods very, very, very badly, but 1) our VCR doesn’t quite work and 2) it’d be best to wait until after the guests leave since they might not fancy it. Though they like musicals, so who knows.

Things I’m worried about:

* car insurance - it’s so expensive…I’m so spoiled that I’ve never had to worry about it till now :(

* car repairs - they were far more expensive than I had anticipated (I wanted to pay $500…the total cost was over $1,000 for only half of what was needed), and Adriann’s grandma wrote out a check for everything so I can’t very well make minimum payments ;_; I appreciate her effort but it puts me in an awkward spot and makes me very, very anxious

* Adriann - I know she’ll be okay, but she has so much stress right now that I think it’s draining her

* credit card payments - I paid off my car so that my dad wouldn’t have control over it, but that was before I realized I’d have to deal with all the stuff above, so now I have that $2,000 to pay off

*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* I am just so ready for the world to end.

I’ve been having bad depression and anxiety lately. It’s most likely because of all the stuff Adriann and I have been doing over the past week and a half while her friends are in from Germany, but it’s taking its toll. Here’s everything we’ve done since last week:

* Vegas
* The Grand Canyon (one of the best experiences of my life)
* 8am-1am Disneyland
* 10am-11pm California Adventure

It seems like there was a lot more, but I guess that’s it. @__@ Oh yeah, and WORK. I don’t know how I fit “work” in there, but it’s there somehow, and I’ve actually not fallen asleep at my desk.

Read that last sentence and you can tell how tired I am.

I didn’t make it to the 2nd round of the short story contest. :( It really bugs me, because there was a story I read that I didn’t think was all that great that made it to the 2nd round. Was my story that bad? Was it just because mine wasn’t exhausted with sci-fi? With cliches? Am I just bitter because I lost?

It’s frustrating when you think something you wrote is actually good for a change and nobody else does. I mean, okay, my friends do, but I’d like for strangers to agree as well, even if that shouldn’t matter much.

We saw Sweeney Todd at a $2 theatre the other day, and it was really good. Again. At California Adventure, we got to interact with Crush from Finding Nemo and he called me “Tubular Tiara”, which I was amused by. We’re going to have a bonfire on Friday, which should be fun, but I’m just anxious and feeling so exhausted, so I hope I can separate myself and at least have some fun.

I really want to start writing again. I think once things settle down here and Adriann is back on track, I’m going to devote 5 hours/week to writing. That’s like 260 hours/year, which seems pretty good to me.

*sigh* Time to go. :( :( :(

I always post about the negative things, so let’s start with the positive.

We are moved out and have been living in our new place for an official week tomorrow. The cats have really taken to this place, as it gives them soooo much more room to run around. They adore the stairs and are even more fascinated by the streams outside. We don’t let them out but just opening the patio door and getting to watch the stream trickle along is wonderful for all of us.

Living with Deana is nice. ^^ We all get along and it’s like having a neverending slumber party. We’ve been ordering pizza a lot. That’s always a good thing in my book. I am a pizza monster.

Adriann and I are considering getting married. =^__^= The circumstances surrounding that out of the blue announcement are not the happiest, but thinking about getting a domestic partnership is actually really making me happy. Even if it doesn’t happen, that’s fine, but I love Adriann more than anything in the world and would love to say we’re officially never leaving one another.

Now for the bad stuff.

Pippin, one of Adriann’s dogs, died several weeks ago. I didn’t want to write about it for a variety of reasons, one of which was that he was just the smallest, sweetest dog in the world. :( I already miss playing fetch with him and watching him roll over on his belly, and getting to cuddle him. I guess he had liver failure and just…died. The last time Adriann and I saw him, he was so thin and not eating or drinking. The other dogs wouldn’t even go near him, something that is so much eerier than it sounds. I cried a lot when he died. It still makes me feel so sad thinking about it, but I’m glad he’s no longer in pain at the very least.

RIP Pippin <3 <3

After that, I found out about my dad and the car, etc. That is at least fixable.

So are you ready for the best part? Oh yes, it gets worse:

Adriann was fired on Tuesday.

The whole situation was out of the blue, which is what made it so unbearable. Her supervisor basically sat her down and said, “Sorry, your sales suck, pack up your stuff”. No notice, no warning, just pack up and get out.

My job is currently unaffected, but mentally, it’s broken me a bit. The way it was done bothers me and of course the fact that Adriann’s friends are coming in from Germany in two weeks and basically she can’t get a job till they leave (who’s going to accept her if she says she has to take a vacation for two weeks a week after she starts?) and that we just moved out, etc… Yeah.

Luckily, Adriann can get on unemployment and they cashed out her vacation and sick days, all of which should pay for rent for the next two months or so. She’ll also be getting two commission checks from work, which will probably pay for another month. Plus savings, plus what I’ll be making (I got a $150 bonus recently, which is good timing).

So there’s an update in the life of Tiara and Adriann. I’ll keep you all posted…but honestly, I don’t much feel like writing here these days. Nothing against journal writing or this specific journal, I’m just too exhausted and mentally stressed that it doesn’t feel relaxing. :(

Maybe I’ll win that short story contest and get $1,000. Yay.

It’s been a while since I’ve written something meaningful. I miss the old days of journal writing when I actually had time to write and read other people’s entries and really comment on them. Sometimes I try to comment, but mostly it comes off sounding empty or listless. My intentions aren’t to sound that way, so at least there’s that.

I love my job. I love it sooo much and it is the best job I’ve ever had. But sometimes, I really hate the 40 hour work week. I’m only 24. It seems like other people my age are out doing fun things, hanging out, partying, staying up late. Staying up late to me means midnight. Though Adriann told me someone else we work with, who’s a good deal older, told her he was “out late” on a Friday, which to him meant staying out till 8pm. At least I’m not there yet.

But I’m mentally drained. I took a “vacation” in July, and Adriann and I have gone on several trips since then, but it never seems to be enough. I’d love to travel more. I’d literally adore being in a different place every several months. I know that’s not practical, but it’s a fantasy that someday I hope to fulfill. Every day I’m trying to think up get rich quick schemes that fall through. We’ve thought of everything…just don’t have the time or really the mental patience I think to make it work.

Speaking of getting rich quick, we watched Richie Rich today. It was much better than I remembered, and it was a brainless break from thinking for 2 hours.

I’m sad that I don’t get to go home for Christmas. I really kind of miss my mom’s house in Missouri. I miss the snow. I miss the biting cold (it’s cold here, gets down to the mid-30s at night, but it’s not the same). I miss Main Street and seeing the horses with their winter coats. I miss driving down Highway 94 and Highway K. They’re staples of growing up for me.

Sometimes, I think about moving back to Missouri. I know it wouldn’t make me happy at this point in my life. I think it might drive me crazy. I just wish I could live in two places. When I’m sad and missing Missouri, I could have a small place there. When I long for the ocean or want to see Adriann’s family or chill with Deana and the gang, I could go back to California. Wait, I’d like 3 places - make another one in New York, which I also miss a lot. Those three places all hold different meanings for me - Missouri is about stability and the comfort in things that haven’t changed and catching up with the people I love most. California is about amazing friends and family and a beautiful scene with a laid-back culture. New York reminds me of winter and spring, and it makes me think of walking down the hall in my dorm and running into 20 people I know in a row, all of them awesome and unique people. I remember concerts of Matt Caplan in New York and symphonies in the City; I think about my mom and friends in Missouri and seeing Jenn’s shows and Cuppa Jo and ‘home’; and I think of my incredible life, girlfriend, and job and future here in California.

Why isn’t it possible to combine all those places and things? Why does the world have to be so huge?

My dad keeps sending me Merry Christmas emails. I finally responded today with “MERRY CHRISTMAS EVEN THOUGH THERE ARE 3 DAYS LEFT!!!!!” I tried to be lighthearted, but my dad is just… he makes me uncomfortable and very, very sad. My sister moved out to the building behind our house. The way he says that in an email makes it sound like him and Brenda and her son decorated their hearts out and made it homey for her. The way it really is, because she’s told me, is that there’s no TV, no internet, no hot water or shower, and they forced her out there despite the fact she would rather stay in her own bedroom IN THE HOUSE. It’s wonderful my dad suddenly cares about other people’s kids, but he can’t sit there and pretend through emails that he cares about his own. It’s so frustrating and terrible.

/rant.

We went out last night (we being me, Adriann, Deana, Heather, and Greg) for the Christmas Party. We all went to the Cheesecake Factory. The food was pretty good, and we all got dandied up. Adriann curled my hair and did my makeup, Deana looked like a 50s housewife (that’s a huuuge compliment coming from me!), Adriann was so gorgeous I just wanted to hold her all night, Heather wore an awesome sparkly dress she got for like $5, and even Greg looked nice. Not that he doesn’t always look nice - he just looked nicer than usual. ;)

When we got home from dinner, Heather gave us these styrofoam houses to put together. They’re kind of like non edible gingerbread houses. I didn’t think they’d be fun, but once we got started, we were all soooo into it.

Deana brought over High School Musical 2’s extended edition DVD and we watched the Humahuma music video, which was very, very amusing and cute.

Adriann gave me a Nintendo DS Lite for Christmas. ^__^; It’s an awesome present. I can’t even. She also got me the Jam Sessions game for it, which is kind of like guitar hero, only actually a bit tougher. Heather got me a case for the DS as well as these awesome Japanese-style bowls. They’re friggin awesome.

I bought Adriann a Mighty Mouse for her new Mac. She has another gift coming…which I’ll mention later. ;) Can’t spoil the big surprise.

Christmas Eve I’ll be spending the night with Adriann at her mom and dad’s and then going to her aunt’s house for Christmas. I’m incredibly nervous about it. I feel very out of place, but Adriann’s family is so unbelievably sweet. I’m basically their daughter, and her mom constantly tells me this. It makes me feel better, even though it’s really hard thinking about spending the holidays with someone else’s family.

I bought my mom and grandma tickets to see Blast! at the Fox Theatre for Christmas, as well as $25 gift certificates for Red Lobster. I really wanted to give them a nice gift that would allow my mom to take a night off from work and enjoy herself at no charge to her. Everybody deserves a night off. I just hope it’s okay and they enjoy it.

Well, there’s an update for you. Merry Christmas everybody.

I wish the people in my family could be completely happy. If I could somehow box that wish into a Christmas present, I would give it to my sister and mother and grandmother. My sister especially.

News update: My sister is being forced to move out into the building behind our house so that my dad’s new wife’s family can move into the house. Yeah. That’s messed up. :( Why can’t HER family live outside, where there’s no hot water or shower or TV or internet or phones? Why can’t HER stupid dogs be caged up all day instead of my sister’s cat?

Apparently, my dad’s wife is also yelling at my sister. She has NO RIGHT to yell at my family. At all.

I’m not getting my dad anything for Christmas. I have no clue what to get him. What does he deserve from me?

Also, the lady from the new place we want to rent doesn’t sound ready to rent to us, which worries us. We basically stopped looking everywhere once we had all agree we’d move into this new place. The lady sounded ready to rent to us before, we’ve given her EVERYTHING she should possibly need, and yet days before we have to give our current landlords our 30 days notice, she sends me an email saying she’s worried.

And I understand her worries. We’re young. Our credit’s not perfect. But at the same time, I moved out here from Missouri with literally nothing but my savings and a part time, half-assed job, and have made a great living for myself. Adriann and I have lived out here for a year and a half, we have amazing jobs, our paychecks are good, our bank accounts have money in them, we’ve more than proven we’re self-sufficient, and there are three of us moving out to watch out for one another.

I wrote the lady back telling her, if you don’t want to rent to us, please just say so. I mean, if that’s the case, we need to find something new. Poor Deana has been driving down an hour to work and an hour back every day, and Adriann and I have been planning stuff around the move out date and the new place. It’s frustrating to know that after all this effort, we might not even get to move in. :( And we really want to. Really. It’s a beautiful place, it’s perfect for us, and it reminds me of home a bit, which is a great comfort.

::sigh:: I’m just stressed. I really need a break. I’ve been sick all weekend (didn’t go to work on Friday due to the flu) and I’m just dead mentally and physically.

Adriann’s ipod got stolen today while we were watching August Rush in the theater. That was actually the only bad thing about today (okay, my dad also emailed me, which didn’t exactly make me smile).

We got off work at 1pm, which was phenomenal! I wasn’t expecting it so that made it even better. We went to Ruby’s Diner for lunch and then drove up to see August Rush, which wasn’t really all that great in my opinion. Amazing music, yeah, but the story wasn’t so great. Pretty cheesy to me.  When I voiced this opinion to Adriann, she said, “Cheesy?? And you want to see Enchanted?” ;) touche.

Happy Thanksgiving, Jackie, Vickie, Jenn, Deana, Angel, Heather, Valerie, and anybody else who reads this little blog.

For a brief update in the life of Tiara, here’s what’s going on and how I feel about it all:

* My dad’s getting married. One guess as to how I feel. I’m upset, I feel really alone, I feel passed over by him, and feel pretty unimportant in his eyes. I never said anything, but my dad never called me on my birthday. It’s not a big deal, but it is because I still think about it at times. Despite the fact that my dad and I aren’t close and don’t always get along, I called him on his birthday. He sent me an email that said “Happy Thanksgiving” but which basically told me he’s getting married on December 18th or something and that nobody but the two of them will attend. He then proceeded to send pictures of how the house has changed. Why would you EVER think I’d want to see the house looking like that? He effing knocked down the island in the kitchen. :( It’s gone. Blah. I don’t know how to talk about it. It just broke me up and I laid down on Adriann’s lap and cried myself to sleep. Even now it makes my eyes water. And the thought of not going home for Thanksgiving and then Christmas… T__T

* We’re apartment-hunting. In lighter news, Adriann and I are looking for an apartment with Deana. We’ve already found the perfect place: 2 bed, 2.5 bath townhome about 10 or so mins from work with a small stream running about 5 feet from the patio. :) It has a balcony and small patio, is about 20 feet from the spa and pool, and has vaulted ceilings and a 2-car garage. Though it’s higher than our normal price range, I think we all decided it was perfect. I love the idea of renting a townhouse and the creek in back reminded me a lot of Missouri. It’s kind of in the hills, so it’s more woodsy. Less Californian, which is neat to me.  I think we may put our applications in for it this weekend or so. ^^

* NaNoWriMo….unfortunately fell through. :( I was having SO much fun writing it, but apartment hunting took over all my time.

I think that’s enough of a brief update for now.

I have never been pulled over for any kind of traffic violation in my life. Wait, scratch that, I had never been pulled over…until this morning.

So there’s a certain someone at work who continually gets on our cases about being late. We’re actually not late, mind you, but sometimes are computers act up so it takes a few minutes to log in, get signed in to all the things we need to sign into, etc, so occasionally, I’d say once every week or two, we log into our computers late. My boss kind of reminded me about it on Thursday, so this morning I was like, “Let’s hurry and get to work early so we won’t be late!!”

We get on the 57…and it’s packed. Nothing’s moving. So we get off on Yorba Linda and take State College up to Bastenchury. Bad idea. As I’m going 70 in a 50mph zone, I pass by one of those radar things that detect your speed. It’s not flashing so I’m all, “oooh glad that thing’s not on!! Let me know if you see any cops”. I choom up the hill and Adriann’s like, “OMG OMG SLOW DOWN” and I see a policeman driving past to my left as well as one waiting in a nook on his bike. And then, my worst fear: flashing police lights.

At first, I naively thought he was just following to be sure I’d go the limit. Nope. He pulled me over.

He basically told me I needed to go slower DUH and got on my case about not having California plates. He was as nice as a cop handing you a ticket can be and just told me to be careful. I freaked out after I drove off and started crying. Confrontations make me cry. :( But Adriann said I handled myself well and was very polite and professional.

And I pulled out an awesome lie about returning to Missouri within the year…which I don’t think he bought.

At any rate, I have finally joined the ranks of the common man. I really don’t want to spend $300 paying the ticket but I want even less to have to go to court to contest the violation. I might be able to get off, considering it’s my first violation ever, but I don’t want to take a chance, especially since I was in the wrong.

Despite that rough start, the day was pretty uneventful and okay. Adriann and I have been jogging 1/4 mile every time we go for our walks, so this week alone we’ve jogged 3/4 mile and walked about 2 1/4 miles. Basically we walk 3/4 of the track and then jog the long side every lap. Whatever that equals, I’m pretty proud I can do it, though tonight I about collapsed. I’m exhausted.

In lighter news, Robert made Adriann and I into Sims. lol I think mine is a bit scary (I don’t have a pointy chin!!) but Adriann’s is spot on; enjoy:

Here are some pictures from the San Francisco trip to Yaoi Con! I never post pics, so live it up, yo.

Firstly, a neutral Golden Gate Bridge shot:

It was getting towards sunset and actually as we left the sun was just setting and it was freeeeezing. We decided to take some emo shots:

 

And then some happy shots! And couples’ shots <3:

And then I decided to be a pimp. Snape be gettin’ all the girls, yo:

Now, for the dorky stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here’s a quick shot of our wands, looking inconspicuous on the desk at our hotel room:

And our School Robes:

The super-dorky stuff, staring Adriann Palmer as Remus J Lupin!:

Tiara Rea as Severus Snape:

And Deana Medina as Sirius Black:

Here’s how the story (as we see it) unfolds. Remus loves Severus. Severus tolerates Remus and sometimes hearts him and helps him tie his hair with twine to keep it out of his face:

Okay, actually Severus would like nothing more than to love Remus:

Too bad Sirius is jealous (he hearts Remus too!). This is how Snape feels about Sirius’ jealousy:

Sirius confronts Severus. They duel:

Snape wins!

And Snape smiles happily (yes, my Snape can smile):

teehee. And now for some extra miscellaneous pics. Enjoy!

 

So this past weekend, Adriann and I flew up to San Francisco to meet Deana and Lauren for Yaoi Con 07. I had super high hopes for the weekend and was so overwhelmingly excited to get to take a random trip with my girlfriend, and though some aspects were a letdown and others just downright depressing, the majority of the weekend was still fun, and getting to hang out with Deana and Lauren is always worthwhile! So here’s the lowdown:

Virgin America

So our flight was due to leave at 4pm. We left work at 2pm, which should (and would) have been just fine…had we not run into TWO accidents on the way. Basically, the traffic was moving incredibly slow and as we inched our way to the dreaded LAX Airport, we realized that we should have left even earlier. And here we had almost wanted to leave at 2:30 and thought we’d have plenty of time!!

So our plan was to park at the long-term parking less than a mile from the airport and take a complimentary shuttle to the airport. Well, we got lost because the freeway spat us out on La Cienega going the wrong way, so Adriann pulled a Mr. Toad and u-turned in the middle of the street and got us semi back on track. We were so late that at this point we probably had 20 minutes to catch our flight. Clock ticking, we decide to park wherever we can find, no matter what parking garage it is or how much. I see a sign that says “Free Parking: Next Left” and scream as much to Adriann to relay it to her. We bust a left and are greeted with two yellow parking signs. The one on the right appears to both of us to say “Free LAX parking” so we pull in. There’s no ticket to grab at the booth, and we’re in such a hurry that we’ve already stopped caring, so we just pull up and park on the second level at the first free spot.

As we’re leaving the parking garage, we realize we may not be in the right place, but we hop on the shuttle that is across the street and hope for the best. The shuttle takes FOREVER because obviously nobody else on the bus was in a hurry to catch their flight leaving in T-minus 15 minutes. We’re freaking out, worried about the parking situation and the slow driver. Of course, our stop is the LAST one, and some girl calls the shuttle for a pickup, so the driver has to pause to wait for her (ended up being at the wrong terminal anyway!). Finally, finally, we get off at the proper place and rush in. We see Virgin America and run to the counter and spot the happy little gay boi behind it.

Exasperated, I say, “We’re here for the 4 o’clock flight to San Francisco!!”

He laughs and says, “It’s been delayed until 5pm.”

At this point, we release our breath and are hysterical with happiness. We get our boarding passes, grab our stuff and proceed through security and have a seat at our terminal. A delayed flight seemed like such an incredible thing. We figured getting to Frisco at 6pm isn’t too bad and we can wait it out and maybe grab a bite to eat (we hadn’t eaten much for lunch — some cheese and crackers — because we had to take our checks to the bank). As we’re waiting at the terminal, the lady comes on the intercom and lets us know that the flight may be delayed longer due to a flat tire. We’re thinking, “Okay, no worries! As long as we leave by 7 or so, we can still have a good evening in the city!”

5pm rolls by. 6pm. Finally, they let us know that our flight’s been canceled. The plane was in bad shape apparently. Something about the flat tire getting caught in something or something something dark side… Either way, they let us know that they were going to try and get as many of us on various other flights as possible. The rest of us would have to wait for another plane to fly in and take its place.

Long story cut a bit short, our flight didn’t leave until 11:30pm. Yep, we were stranded at the airport for around 7 1/2 hours. Virgin America ended up giving Adriann and I vouchers for $100 off our next VA flight as well as two $10 meal cards to eat at the airport. And in their defense, their planes are effing AWESOME and I’d love to fly with them again…but I feel like we’ll never get to our destination. x.x

So yeah, Virgin America = small domestic fleet and horrible mechanics but really awesome planes with plenty of leg room, nice seats, and video game, movie, and music consoles built into every seat.

Oh yeah, and our return flight was delayed about 2 hours. ;)

Yaoi Con

Having gone to Anime Con several months ago, I guess I assumed Yaoi Con was going to be just as big and just as overwhelmingly cool, with rows and rows of doujinshi (fan comics) and Deana and I had plans to buy Yaoi Paddles that said Seme (dominant/top) and Uke (submissive/bottom). But the dealer room itself was really…small. I was underwhelmed so much that it was disappointing to say the least. I had thought previously there would be two dealer rooms, so after I’d perused the entirety of the first one, I assumed there’d be more. Then, we found out there wasn’t…and I was a bit peeved.

The highlight of the dealer room, however, was a picture I found, drawn and Photoshopped by one of our favorite artists that we had previously met at Anime Con. At AC, we bought bookmarks from her (I got a Draco one, Adriann bought a Snape) and Adriann also got a cute little chibi Remus keychain. This time, she had a picture…

It’s really…really…really…hard to describe how beautiful the picture is. I’d love to scan it and show you all, but I feel like the artist may not want that. Let me attempt with words to describe it. If you don’t like Yaoi or are weirded out by Snape/Harry pairings, please don’t read.

It’s fall. There are leaves scattered and falling, casting beautiful shadows over a gray statue bust. The bust is of Severus Snape, probably standing over his grave. Harry Potter stands before it, leaning in, his eyes mostly closed and his nose brushing the cold, unyielding stone of Snape’s. They are mere inches from kissing, a small hesitation between them, and the look on Harry’s face is just so heartbroken and overwhelmingly beautiful.

Again, I don’t know how my words could do it justice. I stared at it, told the artist how incredible it was over and over again, and bought it on the spot. $9. $9!! I basically walked around with the picture in front of my face the whole way home. It made my heart ache. It’s not even so much about Snape and Harry being together romantically as it is about Snape’s dying wish to see Lily’s eyes that haunts me and that makes this picture so much more than anything I’ve ever seen. She captured a weird moment that I could see being cannon in the series, even if it isn’t and I know that. I’ve never really been so overwhelmed by a picture. I’m still in awe.

It inspired me to write, so I started a brief ficlet that’s mostly canon but slightly slashy. If anyone would like to read, please let me know. I may post some here.

Okay, so back to a recap. I forgot to mention that a girl cosplaying Lucius Malfoy verbally spanked me for hanging out with Gryffindors (I was Snape, btw, and Deana was Sirius and Adriann was Remus). It was pretty funny and randomly cute. After the dealer room, we basically left the Con and went to visit the Golden Gate Bridge. It was a little terrifying for me, considering I hate bridges (you know…the whole “over water” kind of thing…), but being with Adriann there, knowing she’d always wanted to see it like this, made me extremely happy. After that, we ate at a little Chinese place and didn’t have much time for anything else. I will say, though, that downtown San Francisco is sooo similar to New York. It was pretty cool.

After that, we had tickets for the Bishounen Auction. For those of you unfamiliar with bishounen (or “bishies” as they’re called), bishies are basically “pretty boys”. They don’t necessarily have to be gay, but at Yaoi Con, it helps! ;) The Bishounen Auction is an event where bishies are auctioned off to the waiting crowd and the boys you bid on are yours to um…”do with as you please” until 2am. They had rules and such, but it’s basically a chance to bid on a pretty boy date for the night. If I were a manga artist, I’d have bid on a boy to draw, because the bishies they had were EXQUISITE.

Without going into incredible detail, there were a couple boys in drag (singing songs morphed to yaoi standards from things like the Producers and other musicals), a couple who more or less had sex on stage (clothes on, mind you), and others who put on an awesome Lestat Vs Captain Norrington show that honestly lasted for fifteen minutes and came complete with a cast, soundtrack of Pirates of the Caribbean music, and great costumes! The guy playing Lestat was lovely, as was Norrington.

A couple of the bishies sold for over $1,000, which blew my mind. There was one cute boy who had dark skin and wore a white wig, had kitten ears and a tail, and was beautiful. I…wanted him. =^__^= I’d have bid my life savings for him. He was awesome.

Ehem. So yay for Yaoi! I got some nice mangas and a GREAT picture. All in all, the bishie auction and Snarry picture made Yaoi Con worthwhile and hanging out with Deana and Lauren made the rest of the weekend an awesome trip, though quick!

And this weekend…I might get to see Angel!!!!!! :D :D this is huge news for me. <3