Saturday I was good to my word, promising that if I happened to wake during the hours of the buffet breakfast (to pee) I'd step out and snag something. We had a room on the first floor so it was quite easy to throw heaps of bagels and hardboiled eggs and all together, stagger back to the room, and fall asleep again. We are going to have to rely on this more in future hotel stays.
Saturday Noon is, of course, the designated time for the fursuit parade and while ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger had to decide whether to go as BunnyHugger or as Velveteen --- she finally chose BunnyHugger --- she did know where she wanted to be, at the end of the parade. She nearly managed to be the final fursuiter walking, too, except that a pair showed up at the very end and asked if they could be the caboose. Well, she wanted to be last so she wouldn't have to wait around outside forever for the group photo, so third-from-last is as good as last.
For me, I didn't actually know where to be. I found a spot just outside the ballroom, from which I expected fursuiters to emerge, forgetting that there were other parts of the likely parade route (they don't print the route on the map, so far as I know) which had windows, rather than walls, to line against. Also, I happened to be next to someone who didn't seem to realize that you should line up against the wall, not wander out a foot or two however tempting the photos you might get were. Or at least if you are going to do that then please be made out of glass. So the movie I took of the whole parade has many moments where the picture gets obscured and the camera angle moves by a foot or two in whatever direction my arm could manage.
While bunnyhugger got to be one of the last people in the parade she still had a wait for the group photo, which was organized in front of the hotel this time, and she was in the way way back where she's easily two or three unobscured pixels.
All this was still fun, of course, and we got a good number of side conversations with people. One of them --- for me; bunnyhugger was getting ready for the parade --- was with K, the partner of our pinball friend MWS. He was at a furry con for the first time we're aware of. (MWS was not, as he had pinball tournaments to run.) This brief conversation while the parade organized was my only chance to talk with K, unfortunately. bunnyhugger had seen him while I was doing something else on Friday night, and neither of us caught up with him again. Hope he had fun.
Now for a fun touch more of Indiana Beach, how's that sound?
Oh hey, some good news! They got Cornball Express up and running, as you can see by the train art!
Taking another look back at Hoosier Hurricane, with the Steel Hawg in the background to the right there. The gates here are at the spot we had always assumed was the front because our satellite navigator took us there. Weird, huh?
Pronto Pup: this may seem like an unpromising place for vegetarians to eat, but that's because you can't make out the fried vegetable plate which is ample, diverse, and great.
One of the arcades near the Pronto Pup. Not the one with the pinball.
If we're ever at Indiana Beach in the morning somehow, this is the place to get breakfast, based on the menus. Also here's a bluejay mascot for you.
And here's one of the few park maps, painted on a mural near the Pronto Pups and that area. It's a couple years out of date, lacking the Cyclone roller coaster and still showing the Grand Carousel.
Trivia: Five of the six Canadian astronauts selected for the class of 1983 flew more than once into space. (Dr Ken Money, a physiologist and air force fighter pilot, was the exception. Dr Roberta Bondar, Dr Steve MacLean, Dr Robert Thirsk, Bjarni Tryggvason, and Mark Garneau flew twice or more.) Source: Come Fly With Us: NASA's Payload Specialist Program, Melvin Croft, John Youskauskas.
Currently Reading: The Glass Universe: How the Ladies of the Harvard Observatory Took the Measure of the Stars, Dava Sobel.
