Scotland 1995 Journal (Part 6)
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annathepiperAdded as a backdated Livejournal entry 5/15/03 -- herein being day 2 of the convention
Friday, August 25, 1995: Doing the Social Thang, or, Warning: Chicken Vindaloo Will Make Your Face Melt Off
Got up later than I had been on this day, since I wanted to sleep in, and Dar went on to the con without me. I made it to the con around noonish, and caught up with Dar and Janne early enough to attend a panel called "Redesigning the Human Body for Fun and Fornication." This proved to be hilarious, as the speaker gave quite the informative and entertaining lecture about people's sexual attitudes. Interestingly, he noted that recent studied indicated that people in our immediate age group - our specific batch of people, as opposed to the age group in general - were on record as having astonishingly low numbers of offspring, and no one yet has been able to figure out why. But between his sweater with a pattern of boinking sheep on it, and all the amusing cartoons from Gary Larson's Far Side and other sources that he showed, the whole presentation was a lot of fun.
Janne and I bopped some around the dealers' room, and later, Dar and I ran into Paul and Francie Selkirk, two of our housemate Vicka's significant others, and their little baby Kylie. This was fun, and baby Kylie is quite cute, with a puckish, pointed little face and alert blue eyes. We decided to have dinner with them, and a couple more friends of theirs, Benjamin Levy and Steve Glass, tagged along.
We took two cabs over to Murphy's Pakota Bar. This place served an Indian dish called pakota, which is apparently a starter food in India but which was served here as a main meal, along with various sauces which you could dip the food into. The food itself was chicken or fish or beef or fruit or vegetables dipped into a particular kind of breading. I had a fish dish, and Dar had a chicken vindaloo one. I tried a piece of Dar's and immediately felt as if my entire face was going to melt right off my skull.
While we were here, and while Benjamin had gotten up for a while, Paul let Kylie crawl along the seat. She came over to me, and crawled up beside me, fascinated with the necklace of triangles I was wearing (rainbow ones, which I'd bought at the last Seattle Gay Pride parade). Once Kylie got hold of these, she was very pleased to discover that a) they made noise when she jingled them, and b) she could put them in her mouth.
On the other hand, the place was full of smokers, and the smoke got worse as dinner progressed. Dar had to step out for fresh air after a while, and eventually, Kylie started getting grumpy as well. The group finally opted to get dessert to go, and I found myself somewhat grumpy because of this, since I was expecting something along the lines of the Coppa Alla Menta, maybe in a dish with a little spoon and a cover on it. But what we got was what the restaurant itself got, the desserts in little freezer containers; I got somewhat less grumpy when I found out we didn't actually have to build the dessert, though. We went back to our hotel room so that Dar and I could freshen up a bit, and so that we could get spoons to eat the desserts, and after that we went on over to the evening programming and parties.
We had been told by Janne that she'd be at the Norwegian party Friday night, and so, after dinner, we went there to look for her. The Norwegian party was in the Central Hotel - a rather impressive building which was ornate of design and which had a clock at the very top of its corner spire - and proved to be so large that it had spilled through three rooms and out into a hallway. But it was also extremely crowded, and the smell of smoke was everywhere. We did not wind up finding Janne.
Over to the Forte Crest for the Furry party, which we found out got kicked out of its first floor room - which surprised us, since the Forte Crest was supposed to be a party hotel. The Furry party eventually wound up on the mezzanine level, and Dar hung out there for a while.
I didn't find Janne again until, after wandering up the stairs from the Bothell Suite (which again was hosting the '98 bid parties), I ran into her and Euan. Elated, the three of us went to go find Dar, and wound up hanging out together until finally drifting off to bed.
Friday, August 25, 1995: Doing the Social Thang, or, Warning: Chicken Vindaloo Will Make Your Face Melt Off
Got up later than I had been on this day, since I wanted to sleep in, and Dar went on to the con without me. I made it to the con around noonish, and caught up with Dar and Janne early enough to attend a panel called "Redesigning the Human Body for Fun and Fornication." This proved to be hilarious, as the speaker gave quite the informative and entertaining lecture about people's sexual attitudes. Interestingly, he noted that recent studied indicated that people in our immediate age group - our specific batch of people, as opposed to the age group in general - were on record as having astonishingly low numbers of offspring, and no one yet has been able to figure out why. But between his sweater with a pattern of boinking sheep on it, and all the amusing cartoons from Gary Larson's Far Side and other sources that he showed, the whole presentation was a lot of fun.
Janne and I bopped some around the dealers' room, and later, Dar and I ran into Paul and Francie Selkirk, two of our housemate Vicka's significant others, and their little baby Kylie. This was fun, and baby Kylie is quite cute, with a puckish, pointed little face and alert blue eyes. We decided to have dinner with them, and a couple more friends of theirs, Benjamin Levy and Steve Glass, tagged along.
We took two cabs over to Murphy's Pakota Bar. This place served an Indian dish called pakota, which is apparently a starter food in India but which was served here as a main meal, along with various sauces which you could dip the food into. The food itself was chicken or fish or beef or fruit or vegetables dipped into a particular kind of breading. I had a fish dish, and Dar had a chicken vindaloo one. I tried a piece of Dar's and immediately felt as if my entire face was going to melt right off my skull.
While we were here, and while Benjamin had gotten up for a while, Paul let Kylie crawl along the seat. She came over to me, and crawled up beside me, fascinated with the necklace of triangles I was wearing (rainbow ones, which I'd bought at the last Seattle Gay Pride parade). Once Kylie got hold of these, she was very pleased to discover that a) they made noise when she jingled them, and b) she could put them in her mouth.
On the other hand, the place was full of smokers, and the smoke got worse as dinner progressed. Dar had to step out for fresh air after a while, and eventually, Kylie started getting grumpy as well. The group finally opted to get dessert to go, and I found myself somewhat grumpy because of this, since I was expecting something along the lines of the Coppa Alla Menta, maybe in a dish with a little spoon and a cover on it. But what we got was what the restaurant itself got, the desserts in little freezer containers; I got somewhat less grumpy when I found out we didn't actually have to build the dessert, though. We went back to our hotel room so that Dar and I could freshen up a bit, and so that we could get spoons to eat the desserts, and after that we went on over to the evening programming and parties.
We had been told by Janne that she'd be at the Norwegian party Friday night, and so, after dinner, we went there to look for her. The Norwegian party was in the Central Hotel - a rather impressive building which was ornate of design and which had a clock at the very top of its corner spire - and proved to be so large that it had spilled through three rooms and out into a hallway. But it was also extremely crowded, and the smell of smoke was everywhere. We did not wind up finding Janne.
Over to the Forte Crest for the Furry party, which we found out got kicked out of its first floor room - which surprised us, since the Forte Crest was supposed to be a party hotel. The Furry party eventually wound up on the mezzanine level, and Dar hung out there for a while.
I didn't find Janne again until, after wandering up the stairs from the Bothell Suite (which again was hosting the '98 bid parties), I ran into her and Euan. Elated, the three of us went to go find Dar, and wound up hanging out together until finally drifting off to bed.