Given the amount of people there were probably /some/ bad apples, but overall the vibe I got was really friendly and awesome.
Alright, let's get this show on the road. At least... part one of this show. Because I started writing this and suddenly I got over two pages worth of stuff... just for Thursday, which wasn't even a conday
I’d like to preface this by saying I had the most overwhelmingly awesome time thanks to you guys. Those three days were the time of my life. You’ve probably heard me mention this several times but that really felt like 3 weeks rather than 3 days.
If you’re looking for all the pictures, check out my post in the thread in At the Gala
Alright, so I’m not too sure where to start so I think I’ll just go through the whole shebang chrono(il)logically and stream-of-consciously.Thursday
I’d like to say it started on Tuesday when I met Kefka & Ixnay in Vancouver, but I think this’ll be long enough as it is
. So Thursday it is.
I caught the 09:13 bus from my place to Bridgeport Station where I would transfer into the 351 to Whiterock. Whiterock was the place where I’d meet up with BronyMike and two other congoers to go across the border. I met all of them earlier this year at the FanExpo Vancouver, which is where the whole me-going-to-Everfree scheme was hatched.
I knocked on two other houses before finding the right one, got in, said hi, shook hands, dumped our stuff in the car and we were off!
To give you an idea of how the roadtrip went, we screamed Hit Me Baby One More Time REALLY LOUD
. This also pretty much destroyed my voice...
We got to the US border, I marvelled at the Big Brother-esque cameras before crossing and drove up to the little booth. There the borderlady asked what we were up to in the US. She was really cool when BronyMike explained the whole Brony phenomenon. Anyway, since I have a Dutch passport I needed to get a special... something so that I could cross.
We parked, got into this big, glass-faced building and stood in line for about 45 minutes. Apparently if you want to get into the US from Canada as a Dutchman America requires your face on a photo and all of your fingerprints. ALL OF THEM. (Now I’ll never be able to sell defense secrets without Electric_Pony not catching me
After being immortalized by Big American Brother we continued our way through the beautiful state that is Washington. The highway cut right through rocky mountains with sheer cliff faces lining the asphalts. Pinetrees dotted the slopes, slowly making way for snow at the top.
After about a 2 hour drive we got hungry and stopped at a Subway, which is where we found:
We’re not sure whether this was a congoer or the nice girl in the Subway who instantly recognized the shirt one of my compadres was wearing.
If anything we went on our way and after another hour or so I got dropped off at Ixnay’s and said my laters to my driver and fellow drivees.
I liked the little “Ponygoons: Come on in!” paper you slapped on the front door Ixnay.
I met most of the gang in the basement below: Kefka, Electric, Raganti, Mr. Material, Pete, Ixnay’s dog. I think Raganti mentioned he knew who was coming down as he recognized my camera bag.
Later on Londonarbuckle and Bloodwulf arrived and the Barbecue could begin in earnest!
The deer and antelope was delicious!
On the Dr. Pepper laden fridge was this little business card that made me go all
Outside in the Seattle sun we talked for a good while, cooked up some crazy ideas (Detrot), and then we were off to the Live Rifftrax showing. I tagged along with Electric_Pony & Haller in EP’s rent-a-car; an incredibly roomy, silver Nissan of somesort.(Meanwhile the Dutch spygear in my backpack was recording every single inch of every single spectrum known to man)
We parked in a garage near the cinema and we ran into an interesting introduction to American culture: a group of young teens threatening someone to death and telling him to go back to his own country.
As a foreigner, I’ve never felt more welcome.
We boarded the cinema and I was introduced to the insanity that is American Cinema food. You don’t do a bag of popcorn, you do a friggin’ TUB in which a grown man could bathe. More on American cuisine later...
“When you go back, you’ll be looking like us!” - Electric_Pony, 17-08-12. I was inclined to believe him.
Rifftrax in short:
Norman, Cylinders, Torgo! Longest getting up scene ever. There were so many huge, laugh-out-loud moments my lungs felt they were about to collapse by the end.
With the day finished for now we went our separate ways, prepping for the insanity that would be the con. I rode again with Haller and Electric, who dropped us off at the Marriott. Thanks for that!
The evening was kinda fuzzy, maybe Haller can pitch in on that...
I'll get to Friday tomorrow. Maybe rI'll recap one day every day.