March 8th, 2011 | Author: trancejen
So, Weetacon. Weetacon was awesome and fun and full of good friends and many, many beers and excellent times, and I will refrain from getting all cheesy on it and naming everyone individually and calling out all of their delicious star qualities because well, it would take all damned day; but just know that I could.
Know that I could.
I didn’t take a single damn picture because A) I am a slacker, B) I mostly left my camera in the suitcase, and C) I prefer to Experience the Event; and for that I am sad. I am hoping someone got a photo of me in my Very Bad Dress, because it’s not often that I dress like a total hoochie mama and I feel that the moment should have been captured accordingly.
We packed a lot into the weekend, and it was thrilling but also exhausting, and I did have one seizure (thankfully up in my room), but during that seizure I scored big in the giant raffle we have every year (proceeds go to a local food pantry) and won a hundred and fifty bucks worth of gift certificates and a box full of Lush! Score!! So thrilling. I also won not one, but TWO trophies this year, for Best Dressed and Perfect Attendance, since I have been to every Weetacon. I never win anything, so I was so excited I almost peed on the rug.
I am always astonished by how well the event is planned, by how smoothly it flows and how all the activities kind of seamlessly blend into each other; and that is the result of a fuck of a lot of hard work on the part of Wendy Weetabix and family and friends, and man, do I ever appreciate it. I feel like I could never pull off such a crazy weekend with such panache. You folks rock.
It was good to see all of my old and dear friends, and I am of course experiencing major post-Weetacon depression due to the fact that I only get to see most of them once a year. So unfair. But there is e-mail and there are chat programs and well, there is that. And if you are reading I am nearly always available on Yahoo and GTalk. I am an internet whore available for the taking, baby.
I arrived home to a gaggle of cats who immediately pinned themselves to my clothing and humped my legs frantically. “You was gone? You go ‘way? You come back? You never leave again? Please please? You pet me? Pet me?”
My kid was happy to see me too, for about ten minutes, until he remembered that he had rented Kill All Motherfuckers or Zombies Eat Brains or whatever darling little diversion he’s currently into.
In other news, I need to clarify something: I am not running on the treadmill for a full hour! I do interval training, which is to say I vary between walking slow (3.4 mph) to walking really really fast – about 3.8-3.9 mph, and then I go a little faster and I run about 20 minutes out of that hour.
Since so many of you thought I ran the whole thing, today I decided to try to run the whole hour. (Lo, you have motivated me.) I jacked the treadmill up to 4.5 mph and ran my ass off, and I made it for 45 minutes before completely collapsing. Not bad for a filthy smoker!
So today at least, I was a runner.
It’s really fucking difficult to hop back on the treadmill after you’ve been eating pure cheese and grease and other assorted crap and drinking after not drinking for several months in Green Bay. Yesterday I about died and today was no better. I’m back to eating clean (except for a small taste of the cheese log I bought at the Mars Cheese Castle, how can one resist?), but my stomach is still in distress and I am feeling the effects of falling off of the wagon.
Now I really know how much better I feel when I’m eating right.
I know how much better I feel when I’m ingesting copious amounts of beer, too, to be sure; but I definitely can’t eat like crap anymore without paying for it.
Mmmmm… beer.
That’s all the news that’s fit to spit today. I think I deserve a nap after all that running.
Happy Tuesday.
Excellent job! Next year I’m kidnapping you and bringing you to the Saturday morning run. I too am having some residual distress from unusual eating patterns, and I felt like I was sweating gravy and cheese sauce when I went to the gym yesterday.
It’s not that I *mind* sweating cheese (delicious), it’s the stomach pain that is fricking killing me. AUGH
I’m down for that run, too. My digestive track no-likey Weetadiet.
And you went veg the whole time! Yes, we should all do a 5K in the near future. Or in the future. Or when I quit smoking. Soon.
Likewise-my system has been all WTF? since my first lovely morsel of Wisconsin food. But goodness, it was well worth the temporary upset. I managed to fit in an Al’s burger before heading out. FYI-doing both Joe’s and Al’s in the same weekend is not for the weak. Holy Moly. It was fab to everyone though!
I love Joe’s and Al’s so hard. And fried cheese curds are so worth a little intestinal upset. I’m sad to say I brought the fam home a bag of cheese curds, though, and they are now experiencing Green-Bay-itis. Ouch.
Also, I scored some great finds at the Cheese Castle, including chopped cherry jam, sour cream and habanero pepper pretzels, and raspberry tart ale. Yum!!
Habanero pepper pretzels? Awesome.
In addition to my cheeseburger at Al’s, I ordered a “side salad.” The waitress asked if I wanted tomatoes on my salad and indeed I did. So, I got a plate of iceberg lettuce with tomatoes. Apparently, that was the “side salad with tomatoes.” Heh.
If I would’ve had cheese curds, I wouldn’t have been able to move. It was tough enough with just the burger. I did covet Fred’s though.
That’s an Indiana salad, too. Iceberg lettuce. I weep.
I missed you guys so much!! I am never missing another Weetacon ever. You heard it here first.
We missed you terribly Mary! We talked about it all weekend long. It wasn’t the same without you.
Mary, you were missed BIG-TIME. You and Joe. By the way, tell Joe his calendar pic was awesome! And I am going to hold you to that – do not ever miss another one, EVER.
Girl, you were the hotness in that dress. ON FIRE, I tell you.
As fabulous as the food was, I was actually craving greens when I got back to L.A. I have been eating salads the size of a small country ever since I have been home.
Mary, we were missing you and Joe something awful. I am flexing my Decider muscles and proclaiming that y’all must never miss another one, please and thank you.
Thank you, Shawn, and you were the hotness in your costume, too!! The petticoats and corset look suits you!
I was craving FRUIT. I have been eating strawberries and oranges (and not just in Blue Moons) like a freak.
Mary, the Decider has spoken. It shall be so.
Thank you, Decider! So let it be written; so let it be done!
You ran for 45 min straight?!? Wow, awesome! Congrats and keep it up! You’ll be running marathons before you know it!
OMG. Miss you SO much! Ryan suggested that we do a Weetacon 5k next year; he finished his first one yesterday. I suggested that we hold a 5k for you, Poppy, and him, and then the rest of us will just sit at the finish line with curds and beer. I LOVE YOU!!!
I love you too, and miss you much!! Will text you very soon.