squeequeg | Baby, it's cold outside

Two feet of snow. That's quite enough, thanks. It'd be beautiful if I didn't have to shovel it; the wind sculpted some gorgeous drifts. Unfortunately, some of the most beautiful drifts were on top of

thomascantor's car.

Busy weekend, and not just because of the snow. I figure after inflicting my Arisia insecurities on you guys, I owe you a report on how well it went.
Friday night I showed up in the corset

cute_fuzzy_evil made for me and a leather jacket over that. (And yes, a skirt too.) I'm not used to looking good, but damn, I looked good. I'm also not used to guys looking at my cleavage. I know, when wearing something like that I can't really complain, but it's just not something I have a lot of familiarity with. (More on cleavage below.)

I went on stage for SF Jeopardy, which was run very much like regular Jeopardy, host's banter and all. We were one player short, so a gentleman from Pandemonium Books and Games volunteered. He then kicked all of our asses and came in first place. But I came in a very respectable second. Yeah.

I ran into

anu3bis and talked a bit, then got caught up in the Horde LARP he was part of. Whee! I don't know how often I could LARP -- keeping a different persona for a long time without breaking character can be difficult -- but Horde-style ones seem just fine. I got to be a zombie! Three times in a row! Braaaaiinns...

Exhausted, I headed on home, slept, and returned the next morning. I went to a few panels, exchanged some gaming stories with other geeks, and discovered

shideem and

shgb watching a Higgins Armory demonstration. We wandered the Dealer's Row and found

eeblet, who was beautiful as usual, and I got convinced to try on a leather corset. Oh my god. Oh, my God. I looked really good. Really, really quite good. I mean, I suddenly had cleavage through the sweater that I wore under the corset. Is it just me, or does anyone else respond to cleavage by wanting to toss olives at it? Or grapes, or wadded-up bits of foil, or whatever's at hand? It's not so much sexual as it is an available target; I just want to toss things at cleavage.

Because the corsets are 1) custom-made and 2) really damn expensive, I have made a promise to myself. When I sell Spiral Hunt, I will buy this corset. Remind me of this in future.

sigerson showed up, and we wandered a bit, then the two of us snuck off for a bit of much-needed twinspeak.

I went back for a panel and unexpectedly ran into people from VP (Jim and Debra, and then later Kate!) who I hadn't expected to be at Arisia at all. But it was great, and I told Jim that he does not need to come to my house and mock me, as he had threatened.

The masquerade was a little uneven for my tastes -- I still don't understand why that one piece won it at Worldcon, and I didn't like it any better here -- but still fun. I watched a few trailers at the halftime, then realized I was getting too exhausted and slipped out into the snow.

Sunday, well, I'd meant to go on Sunday, and there were several things I wanted to attend. But the GIGANTIC HEAP OF SNOW dumped on us put a crimp in those plans. (One of the panels I'd hoped to attend was something along the lines of "New Writer Blues: How to deal with editors, etc., and how to act at a con [italics mine]." I just bet there was some part that said "Don't act like a squealing fangirl." Oh well.) So instead I slept in, dozed off, made soup, and generally hibernated. And I don't feel a bit guilty about it.

And now I'm sitting in front of the iFruit while dinner simmers away in the slow cooker, enjoying the slowness of this day. I would be drinking hot chocolate, but I told myself I don't get that particular prize until I'm actually writing instead of procrastinating on LJ. Maybe I'll even get Chapter 8 done today!