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Fantasm was a long weekend of hard partying. Saturday afternoon I was talking
to some of the old con whores, saying things like ďWell, itís been pretty good.
But I havenít seen anything that shocked me or blew me away or even really made
me raise an eyebrow.Ē
By Sunday morning when I stumbled to bed at 6 AM things were a different story entirely.
But hey, letís not jump ahead.
I swung by the hotel on Thursday on my way home from work, hoping to beat the
crowd to registration. One of these days Iíll bother to pre-register. But every
year I swear Iím gonna be on staff, then every year I see the staff ragged out
and working hard to make sure everyone else has fun instead of working hard to
have their own damn fun.
So when I swung by at 3ish and they were only allowing pre-registered folks to
pick up their badges, I swore again Iíd pre-register next year.
But hey, I could be dead by then. If I keep partying like I did this weekend at Fantasm, that might come sooner than later!
|The hotel was a little grimy and run-down, as had been mentioned on the
pre-event announcements. The Ramada Conference Center on Armor Drive at 85 and Monroe
Drive is changing hands so the current owners aren't interested in any major
repairs, or seemingly any day-to-day upkeep or even assigning people to the
But the condition of the hotel only added to the anything goes mentality for many of us.
But since I couldn't register yet and few people were there, I headed home to pack and prepare. I returned a couple of hours later with supplies, costumes, cash, all the gear Iíd need for a night of full-on debauchery.
As usual, this review does not intend to cover all the official events, but is more a journal of my own personal experiences.
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