I went to an Atlantis convention at the weekend - which was made more interesting by having the flu. I've done a quick page with a few photos http://www.paranoidangel.me.uk/peg1pics.html - I should point out that the text is for my dad's benefit and the photos together come to 328k.

Edit: Dad has just reminded me I have a flickr account! So all my photos of the guests (apart from the blurry ones) are there, unedited (sorry Saz).

Friday

Friday I discovered that hot banana milkshake is a bit sickly and I found where my sister's house is. And also the Sheraton's carpet is not good when you're already feeling dizzy (I eventually worked out how to walk while looking up at the ceiling).

After dinner with Dana, me and Sel had meet and greet tickets. By the time we'd sat in a cold room and come up with a crack fic for Sel to write I had pretty much reached the point of really not caring when Joe Flanigan (Sheppard) came and sat next to me. He moved away a bit when he found out I had flu. He had hairy hands.

Other highlights included: Aaron Douglas (the chief in Battlestar Galactica, apparently) appeared on stage and I tried to work out whether I recognised him; me failing to work out why I recognised Craig Veroni (Peter Grodin); Jason Momoa (Ronon) hugging Joe and picking him up (they hadn't seen each other since October); Jason Momoa doing some dance, with a lot of noise; Jason Momoa with glow sticks in his hair; Rainbow Sun Francks crying over a bear surrounded by empty bottles (someone kept the tissue he used)

By the time that finished it was gone 10, and I'd definitely reached the stage of not caring about anything except sleep, so we went to bed.

Saturday

Saturday I did manage to feel better, although still a bit fluey. So I accidentally woke Nic and Dana up and we went to spend the day sitting in the main hall. And I feel that I should be able to remember something about that. Never mind, I'm sure Sel will.

The autographs were interesting. There was a queue for Joe first - although I confused him totally and I ended up having to stand around next to him for a while (such a hardship - he's much less pretty in real life, and therefore more fanciable). Then we went through the others quite quickly - except Rainbow. Whose queue did have to be seen to be believed. He did apologise a lot, though, got distracted by ordering a curry, and kept being told by Aaron to shut up and sign. He wasn't terribly good at the shutting up part, though, at any time during the weekend.

The queue wore us out so much the evening consisted of dinner and Rosemary and Thyme, like the wild party-goers we are.

Sunday

Sunday I felt great - and therefore a whole lot better than most of the other people there. Ivy Isenberg, who is a casting person, is a bit mad, thinks about sex all the time, and had some interesting insights into what exactly it is she does. I totally agree with her that the casting should be about talent, not looks, but on the plus side we do get conventions where it's hard to decide which guest to drool over more.

Ellie Harvie was really funny. On Sunday she did some of her stand-up act, and some improvisation, which was even funnier.

I asked Joe Flanigan a question (go me!) on behalf of Sel. Although in all fairness, I wanted to know the answer as well. He keeps trying to pitch ideas like Shep on a skateboard and on a surfboard, but he did say he's planning some more serious pitches too. He also revealed he used to be very shy, took an acting class to get over it and it ended up being the only job he hasn't been fired from.

Jason Momoa was in and out of most people's talks in the afternoon, especially Rainbow's. Although Rainbow was sat at the back, heckling, during Jason's. He quite liked the idea that Ronon is sleeping with the boss-lady.

Aaron Douglas was quite funny, although I had no idea what he was talking about half the time.

Craig Veroni definitely thought they should Bring Back the Brit. He revealed his wife had had a baby two weeks previously.

Sunday night we actually made it to the party! Only thing with Sunday night parties is that a lot of people have gone home. But we happily sat chatting, and I danced occasionally. It was somewhere in the region of 2am when we went to bed.

3.22am by the TV clock we got woken up by the fire alarm! Which confused me totally at first, because I tried to turn it off with my clock (didn't work), thought it might be a test, tried to put my slippers on (I didn't bring them), couldn't quite remember where I'd put my coat, and wouldn't have taken the room key with me if Sel hadn't thought of it, and thought about putting my jeans on when we were already outside the room.

We were back 20 minutes later. I was amazed by the number of people who were unsure about the whole evacuating thing (are they mad?). Once we got outside I guessed the evacuation point might be in the car park but couldn't find anywhere obvious. On Monday morning I looked on the notice on the back of the door but that wasn't any more illuminating. It was a false alarm, thankfully.

Monday

Monday is usually the post-con coming down day. Except that we hadn't even left the Sheraton before I found out we had tickets in the ballot for Court 1 on men's finals day at Wimbledon. And hot coco pops milkshake is very nice.

So, I had a good time (even if I can't remember some of it) and we're booked for Peg 2, on the very flimsy basis that it's a few weeks before Redemption and we can work out what we're going to do at our panel.

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