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Oh, before I forget. I kept meaning to ask Muhney if he was flirting with me for the obvious reason (I am a sexy thang, you know), or if it was part of that competitive thing the guys had going. Like he had to establish that he loved me more than Jason did (see ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aelora's LJ). Hey, aelora, check my subtle journal pimping.
ETA: Oops.
I got to bed crazy late, and woke up grateful that I don't drink. I bummed around withaelora and icalynn until they resumed their nasty habit of waiting in line, then I wandered off to work out. Did I mention I forgot to pack my sneakers? Socks, socks, and not a... nevermind. I considered it an homage to MR's performance on "MTV Cribs". Yeah, that got old quick. I rejoined the girls, claiming that I had been depriving them of entertainment for too long, and proceeded to dance on command until I was stripped of my fandom privileges for failing to notice MR passing 2 feet behind me. Behind, mind you. I totally saw him, just not right away. It's not my fault there was no chemistry and he didn't smell wonderful or do anything to get my attention. Alright, shutting up now. I hung out watching Vanity Fair on my iPod until it was time for the luncheon. I'm skipping a little here, but I already pimped the relevant journal, go squee over there. This is my story.
I was less than thrilled with the $200 lunch during which the greatest source of entertainment was a bee. At least the bee seemed happy to be there. I'm not trashing MR here, it was just bad timing. He was tired, he hadn't really met anyone at the con yet, and he didn't have much to say. He made an effort at one point, asking our names and where we were from. He did a couple impressions toward the end, but he was the first to leave. I think once he got warmed up he couldn't sit still. As demonstrated during the auction. He was doing his best bee impression then (unintentionally), and it was pretty good. See, I'm easy to please. I do think he's adorable, and hilarious, and intensely likeable. I also think I couldn't handle being around him all that often, and I am officially a Lex fan. Not an MR fan. Just as I am now a Muhney fan, but don't see myself ever being a Sheriff Lamb fan.
Backing up. Give me a little credit, this is far below my usual standards for randomness. I hung around Muhney's table for a bit, then Jason's, then Francis', doing the mingle thing. Then Ae and I made a feeble attempt to catch Muhney for an interview, and found ourselves at the auction. Here I am out of words.
Ok, I'll try. It was hysterical. It was crazy. I did the mental math on my credit so I knew how much I could throw in for Aelora if needed, tried to convince her that she had nothing to lose (just in case she lost), and held my breath. Right up until MR offered to throw in his boxers, emphasizing that he would have to mail them because he was, of course, not wearing any. Yes, there is a remote chance that my diminishing love for him is a defense mechanism to help me deal with the fact that I could totally have bought him but I love my friends more. Sigh. Ubercutie. Whenaelora won, I was so happy for her I wasn't even capable of jealousy. I know, I didn't know I was that cool either but there it is. Seriously, I barely finished hugging her in time for MR to swoop in and claim her. She was the center of his attention for the rest of the night. I don't know if she fully let herself enjoy that, but I'm sure she couldn't help but die a little with joy. Eee! Did I mention, so happy for her?
aelora's LJ). Hey, aelora, check my subtle journal pimping. ETA: Oops.
I got to bed crazy late, and woke up grateful that I don't drink. I bummed around with
aelora and icalynn until they resumed their nasty habit of waiting in line, then I wandered off to work out. Did I mention I forgot to pack my sneakers? Socks, socks, and not a... nevermind. I considered it an homage to MR's performance on "MTV Cribs". Yeah, that got old quick. I rejoined the girls, claiming that I had been depriving them of entertainment for too long, and proceeded to dance on command until I was stripped of my fandom privileges for failing to notice MR passing 2 feet behind me. Behind, mind you. I totally saw him, just not right away. It's not my fault there was no chemistry and he didn't smell wonderful or do anything to get my attention. Alright, shutting up now. I hung out watching Vanity Fair on my iPod until it was time for the luncheon. I'm skipping a little here, but I already pimped the relevant journal, go squee over there. This is my story. I was less than thrilled with the $200 lunch during which the greatest source of entertainment was a bee. At least the bee seemed happy to be there. I'm not trashing MR here, it was just bad timing. He was tired, he hadn't really met anyone at the con yet, and he didn't have much to say. He made an effort at one point, asking our names and where we were from. He did a couple impressions toward the end, but he was the first to leave. I think once he got warmed up he couldn't sit still. As demonstrated during the auction. He was doing his best bee impression then (unintentionally), and it was pretty good. See, I'm easy to please. I do think he's adorable, and hilarious, and intensely likeable. I also think I couldn't handle being around him all that often, and I am officially a Lex fan. Not an MR fan. Just as I am now a Muhney fan, but don't see myself ever being a Sheriff Lamb fan.
Backing up. Give me a little credit, this is far below my usual standards for randomness. I hung around Muhney's table for a bit, then Jason's, then Francis', doing the mingle thing. Then Ae and I made a feeble attempt to catch Muhney for an interview, and found ourselves at the auction. Here I am out of words.
Ok, I'll try. It was hysterical. It was crazy. I did the mental math on my credit so I knew how much I could throw in for Aelora if needed, tried to convince her that she had nothing to lose (just in case she lost), and held my breath. Right up until MR offered to throw in his boxers, emphasizing that he would have to mail them because he was, of course, not wearing any. Yes, there is a remote chance that my diminishing love for him is a defense mechanism to help me deal with the fact that I could totally have bought him but I love my friends more. Sigh. Ubercutie. When
aelora won, I was so happy for her I wasn't even capable of jealousy. I know, I didn't know I was that cool either but there it is. Seriously, I barely finished hugging her in time for MR to swoop in and claim her. She was the center of his attention for the rest of the night. I don't know if she fully let herself enjoy that, but I'm sure she couldn't help but die a little with joy. Eee! Did I mention, so happy for her?
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