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So - anyone attending Vividcon that wants to join us for beer and deep dish pizza Friday night (and we plan on being back at the hotel before 7pm cause we all have to get ready for Club Vivid. And I need something sparkly to wear...) comment here. We need a headcount - I think ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
f1renze is looking into arrangements... although as I was falling asleep last night it suddenly hit me - are we making reservations for pizza?? Do they do this in Chicago?
Then - because of where my mind has been lately (which is mainly readingrageprufrock's Conflicts of Interest. Seriously, I like read all of my nephew's Teen Titans cause Conner is in that, too. Alas - he is not *this* Conner. This Conner scares me with my own reaction. I find I have a fierce maternal side when confronted by certain child-types and he hits every one of those buttons. I can practically feel myself morph into Martha Kent. Any more of this and I will be baking pie and calling people "dear"!***) that I dreamed I was going out for pizza with Lex Luthor and he was my dad and I was still me, but shorter, and it was taking forever to get to the pizza place because he had to make reservations and then Spiderman was there, at the next table, with Wolverine because they are friends and it just got wacky after that.
And now - as a result of this dream - when I finally get around to the multi-fandom fic that lives in my head and that starts out "Indiana Jones walks into a bar." (cause I ask you - how can there be any bad in that?) I will still have Spike and Pacy whooping it up in the VIP section - pouring Cristal all over everything and chanting "Indy! Indy!" when they see him come in. I will still have Indy ignore them to go meet Wesley in a booth in the back to discuss a prophecy. I will still have Spock, drinking alone. ("And Spock drinks alone.") But now - now I have Spiderman and Wolverine hanging at a table near the door and Logan not letting Peter order anything because he is underage and having the waitress refuse to serve him cracks Logan up. On the inside, of course. On the outside he just glares, but on the inside he does cartwheels.
*** You too can read and obsess over Conflicts of Interest here: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=rageprufrock&keyword=Connerfic:+%22Conflicts+of+Interest%22&filter=all
f1renze is looking into arrangements... although as I was falling asleep last night it suddenly hit me - are we making reservations for pizza?? Do they do this in Chicago? Then - because of where my mind has been lately (which is mainly reading
rageprufrock's Conflicts of Interest. Seriously, I like read all of my nephew's Teen Titans cause Conner is in that, too. Alas - he is not *this* Conner. This Conner scares me with my own reaction. I find I have a fierce maternal side when confronted by certain child-types and he hits every one of those buttons. I can practically feel myself morph into Martha Kent. Any more of this and I will be baking pie and calling people "dear"!***) that I dreamed I was going out for pizza with Lex Luthor and he was my dad and I was still me, but shorter, and it was taking forever to get to the pizza place because he had to make reservations and then Spiderman was there, at the next table, with Wolverine because they are friends and it just got wacky after that. And now - as a result of this dream - when I finally get around to the multi-fandom fic that lives in my head and that starts out "Indiana Jones walks into a bar." (cause I ask you - how can there be any bad in that?) I will still have Spike and Pacy whooping it up in the VIP section - pouring Cristal all over everything and chanting "Indy! Indy!" when they see him come in. I will still have Indy ignore them to go meet Wesley in a booth in the back to discuss a prophecy. I will still have Spock, drinking alone. ("And Spock drinks alone.") But now - now I have Spiderman and Wolverine hanging at a table near the door and Logan not letting Peter order anything because he is underage and having the waitress refuse to serve him cracks Logan up. On the inside, of course. On the outside he just glares, but on the inside he does cartwheels.
*** You too can read and obsess over Conflicts of Interest here: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=rageprufrock&keyword=Connerfic:+%22Conflicts+of+Interest%22&filter=all
