This weekend was A-FREAKING-MAZING.
I could end the post right here and now and feel perfectly confident that I had updated you to the utmost extent.
Frolic has always been my favorite con. Dragon is by far larger and more of a “big deal” but this con has always been near and dear to my heart. Every year is more fulfilling than the last both as a performer and a professional. This year I was in one show (Thursday night with the wonder-fabulous Secret City Burlesque) where I performed the perfected version of my Dragon act. An act I’ll now be making “live” on the site for booking purposes. I was on one panel (Modeling 102 with Amelia Bareheart and Lady Julie), was a subject model for another (Modeling 201) and then finally was a model for a photo meet up (Modeling 400). I love sitting on panels and this is my first one since Dragoncon 2011. I always find myself surprised by how much I actually know!
And then last, but certainly not least, I competed for the title of “Bartender of the Year” at the House Renatius room party “Four Bartenders of the Apocalypse.” Now that… that was the party that retro 80s movies are made of. We had a Whore of Babylon, angels, demons, priests, some random hobo with an “end is nigh” sign and so much more. I had my two loves working as my “shots girls” both of them muscled men in kilts and a healthy splash of blue paint to mimic woad. My very own Celtic warriors! My fellow Horsemen -Death, Famine, Pestilence- really pulled out all the stops and worked their tails off as well, I only wish I’d gotten to try their drinks as well, but… well, we four put out over 2,000 drinks in two hours. I was having so much fun I forgot it was a competition until they pulled the boxes to tally the coins!
I won! A huge, red and crystal crown and a trophy that I ended up doing a shot out of (I still have no idea what booze they poured me…). I was caught *completely* by surprise, after all, I had designed very simple drinks with nothing more complex than simple syrups I’d made and brought with me from home.
I carried the crown around with me the next day, sans make up, comfy clothes, not a single f*ck to be given. All hail War.
I am one seriously gleeful, fulfilled, satisfied and exhausted fox.