So this weekend, I experienced a lot of cool things. Some sort of magic happens when you get a group of like-minded geeks together in great number. I was proud to be part of the pack.
In a very un-British turn of events, the weather at the end of March was nice. So we went to the beach to soak up the “sun” (turns out: shiny lies) and show our pet shark – Larry – the sea. It was a beautiful start to the holiday.
I went to some cool writing workshops, including a debate on Horror: visceral or psychological? (My opinion, like peanut butter and chocolate… why not both? And in great dollops?) And another on world building and writing great openers. Such fun!
The Friday morning, bleary-eyed and dehydrated, we made our way to the beach again to witness the solar eclipse. For someone with an over-active imagination at the best of times, it was surreal to see the sunny day turn into near darkness in thirty minutes. I imagined zombies and meteors and deadly viruses erupting from the depths of the earth. (I suppose, in retrospect, I also may have still been slightly tipsy…)
Another highlight of my *cough* life *cough* weekend was the Galaxy Quest Quote-athon. I sat in the cinema at midnight, with pizza and sweeties, and I shouted every word of my favourite film with tons of fellow geeks. It was like getting a hug from the Universe. We cheered. We booed. We quoted a whole hell of a lot.
The evening’s entertainment was similarly off-beat. We had Darth Elvis, and then a Cosplay disco. I watched Batman get off with a gender-switched Iron Man. (Marvel and DC finally unite! YAY!)
Three Doctor Who’s – who could be anything from teachers to dentists to secret spies back home – danced the night away without a care in the world. And that’s the point, I think. The atmosphere was amazing, and inclusive. The several-hundred strong conga line almost tripped up poor cardboard-Unikitty, but luckily a rogue Zoidberg came to her rescue, still keeping in character and moving sideways the whole time. I sort of watched in awe.
At around 3am we went back to the beach to get some air and look at the stars. I could draw some sort of contrast between the common unity I felt with the strangers at the arena, followed by the vast insignificance I basked in when I looked up at the stars… but, nah… it was just a bloody good view.
Things I learned:
– Photographing drummer Storm Troopers really messed with the White Balance on my camera.
– It’s hella hot in full body costumes.
– It is somehow legal to charge £8 for two drinks… and cosplay outfits make ideal alcohol-smuggling vessels.
– I am pretty crap at Adventure Golf.
– Never give up. Never surrender.