Dragon Con '07: Late Night Frippery With Fruit And Toots

Fruit and I are buzzing about the Castle, gathering last minute odds and ends for the fabulous costumes we will be presenting this weekend at Dragon Con here in Atlanta, Georgia. Earlier this eve, we reigned the Clydesdales to the carriage and jaunted down to the festivities to gather our press passes for the soiree.
Everything went swimmingly, we parked the carriage in front of the prestigious Hyatt Regency, and survived the gauntlet of ravenous paparazzi and adoring fans as we traversed the red carpet leading to the largest celebration of nerddom in the South.
Once inside we were greeted by an army of cosplayers barely dressed as Spartan warriors, with pert pectorals all in a row. It was too much for me to take, for I fainted and collapsed into their awaiting arms. Luckily Fruit pulled a vial of smelling salts from his vestments and I was quickly restored to the peak of health.
On the way to the press room, we were stopped by one of the guardians of the escalator, who required a convention pass for our admittance to the bottom floor. When we couldn't produce said pass, she quickly ran a gamut of inquiries to our surprise. As people gathered behind us, I looked at Flynn with an incredulous gaze whilst he took off his non-existent earrings and lubed up his arms with a discreet tube of baby oil. Before the royal beat-down of the year commenced, she granted us access to the mechanized staircase and we bolted to the press room to attain our passes.
Afterwards we gawked at nerdly man-meat and made our way home, stopping at a few boutiques to put the final touches on our revolutionary costumes for tomorrow.
Join us tomorrow as we continue our adventures at Dragon Con 2007.






