Enough parking. What can I say about Sunday at Motor City Fur[ry] Con, besides that we kept seeing people for the last time, sometimes because they were hoping to beat the storm? And that we were looking at storm forecasts to see if we should take off before the convention even closed, to be safe at home?
For as busy as Saturday was, Sunday didn't have much programming we wanted to attend. There was a gettogether for mythical beasts but coatis aren't mythical, just fantastic. And, you know, I'm not saying ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger has ever had a hippocampus character but she didn't feel like it was a group she wanted to join.
Instead we went back to the Artists Alley again --- no realistic chance of buying a commission there (bunnyhugger does not leave her sketchbook to be mailed back to her after the con), but prints or stickers or buttons are always possible --- and to the Dealers Den, getting a look at some of the places we had not had time for Saturday. Here we ended up in a pretty good conversation with one of the vendors whom Shamus had for some reason been talking with us about. I think it was over amusement parks; my recollection is I was wearing my Kings Island The Beast t-shirt. (I managed the whole weekend to wear shirts that were kind of furry without being furry con t-shirts, surely the most meh of accomplishments.) I don't remember that we got anything besides a nice time from them.
Also I noticed someone offering to make custom kigurumis, for about $1200. It ... seems like it might be nice to have a coati kigurumi, but ... I mean, I have a red panda kigurumi already and the substantial difference in kigurumi resolution is that a red panda has a dark belly, not light. Is fixing that worth twelve hundred dollars? It's hard to see that it is, but it's been a couple weeks and I still have that figure in mind.
While bunnyhugger was off at something I noticed a guy who'd set up near the main ballroom. He'd taken photographs of all(?) the people in the fursuit parade, and had gotten them printed out, and had them arranged out there for people to take. Only yourself, he was asking, although he allowed that if someone knew a friend had left the con for good then that was all right. I did pick up bunnyhugger's picture and then told her about the lineup. We came back sometime after that and found Twitchers there. We couldn't swear for certain that he was not going to be back at the convention but after some hemming and hawing declared that to the best of our knowledge he had left the con for good.
Anyway this all brought us to Closing Ceremonies, and then that strange gap in time between the close of the convention and the Dead Dog Dance. bunnyhugger hoped to get some work done in this stretch, and I hoped to eat a cookie. And then that's when the tornado sirens came and staff started ordering everyone into the main ballroom to shelter from the high winds, as discussed way back at the start of things.
Although the hour-plus of sheltering delayed the start of the Dead Dog Dance, it didn't delay the ending. It couldn't; the Dead Dog Dance ends about 9 pm because they can't run longer and still have time to clear the room on time for whatever hotels do when there aren't furry conventions on. So we had a shortened time for dancing, but we made it through the end. And, after that, went back to Hospitality, and took the half-hour daily walk bunnyhugger does daily. We figured it was better to take it in the hotel where we knew there was power, rather than home where it might be off.
And, yes, when we got home, our power was off. It came back sometime around 3 am. Based on our plant timers --- which use a mechanical dial to turn lights on and off --- it looks like our power was off about eight hours total. And somewhere in all this I misplaced my camera (and my umbrella) and it's never turned up, nor has anyone from the con acknowledged my e-mails.
Fun convention. Looking forward to the next one.
Though I'm closer than ever before I'm still not at the end of our anniversary day at Indiana Beach. Come, please, and look at:
Want to get all the carp in the river to come see you? Here's how!
Another view of how to get food to feed animals. I'm like 95% sure the duck is from a Preston Blair illustration. Don't know about the fish.
Indiana Beach used to have some big-name concerts, the way all parks did. Now, they get smaller acts and are more likely to be tribute bands.
One of the dark rides, the Den of Lost Thieves, that we didn't have time for this visit. You see some of the vibe of the place from the projections above it.
And here's a nice organ that's set up at the pizza place. I don't believe we've ever seen it played, and I don't know if it can be played.
Ice cream stand with a bunch of logos for bands that I believe all played Indiana Beach at some point. It's impressive how many are names that are at least still familiar 70 or more years later.
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