NiteChylde

I know this is late, but hey, better late than never! Besides, I’ve been sooo friggin busy balancing finances and getting photoshoots scheduled that I didn’t have time to sit and write for all of my dedicated journal-readers. Don’t worry, I still love you all; after all, here I am, slaving away at a keyboard, pouring my brain into a series of ones and zeroes, all for the purpose of your viewing pleasure. Well, where to start? Feb 15th-17th. FWA. Furry Weekend Atlanta. WOOOOW! That was one of the most fun cons I’ve been to in my life!! I would like to thank everyone who made it as awesome as it was, especially my partner in crime, and best friend Matafleur. ^_^ So, where to start with this mayhem of epic furriness. We were both on staff this year, which was super awesome. And to think, people kept saying we wouldn’t have fun being on staff. HA! The jerseys were nifty and all, but the experience of being FWA Staff is what made me happiest. When I’d applied and they asked where I would like to be placed, I pretty much checked off everything and included “Wherever you need me at the time” I’m not picky, I just love helping. I’ll have to start editing pics soon too. I have a metric fuck-ton of images and video that demands to be placed somewhere.

So, the part you have all been waiting for; the hilarity that ensued from FWA. I don’t’ even know where to start. Next time, I promise to have a journal right there with me. 1st off, I had gotten my tongue pierced the Monday that same week of the con: I’m going to be in a show in the next 2 weeks where having a hole in my tongue will be very important. So while I was at the Con, I was having some difficulty talking.. and eating certain foods. I rediscovered my love for Cookie Crisp when I found out I could eat that, and it didn’t hurt my tongue (I love you Cookie Crisp). I was eating with Mata, WolfPac, FilthyRotten, Jackal, and a few others the 1st night, and Jackal and WolfPac decide to be comedic and order buffalo wings. I love buffalo wings, but there was NO way I could eat them.. so I’m glaring at them both.. until WolfPac decided he wants TWO orders.. the bastard… Filthy ordered the same thing I did: a turkey sandwich. Mine got there 1st, and I was like “Mmmm this is sooo good. I can eat my turkey sandwich!” (as best as I could since I was lisping heavily) Her response? “Yeah, well at least I can SAY Turkey Sandwich!” oooh.. harsh… Funny, but sooo harsh. Much of the weekend was spent with people asking me to say words that had “ch” or “th” in them. And for the record, you’re all bastards for that, let me say..

I went trepsing around in my partial a few times, and that was all kinds of fun. There was a fursuit dance competition and OMG was it amazing! Kudos to Duke for doing Usher’s “Yeah”.. the dance routine from the actual video. There were a lot of other really good dancers. It never ceases to impress me when suiters can do the worm or breakdance..or do back handsprings in suit. I’ll have to step up my dancing skills for next year, muwahaha!

I also got to meet some very wicked kewl new furs: Fuego, Greyson, FilthyRotten, Jackal, Teej, Kodie, Archangel, and Recca. There were more.. oh so many more, and believe me I adore every last one of you. Yelling across an expanse of about 2 feet at the top of my lungs “HEEEEEEEY RECCAAAAAAAAA!! HIIII!” amused me for a good 15 minutes or more. Archangel is magic. Paws down. He’s just magic. I got a 45 minute massage, and it was amazing that he could massage a point at the base of my skull, and my tongue didn’t hurt, and I wasn’t lisping! And Kodie.. OMG was that boi hilarious. I ran into the room where they were playing Texas Hold’Em and yell out “Heeey Kodie! Black Power!” and ran out. I don’t think I ever saw soo many confused furs in my life, but it was funny as hell. Mind you, Kodie isn’t black, but he can quote movies typically only seen by predominantly black individuals, and he was the only white guy on his school’s step team. He’s awesome. Very very awesome. There was also some guy that worked in the hotel that I’m going to safely assume he was from the Ivory Coast. He kept giving me Dr Peppers like he was doing me some grand favor.. or he was buying my hand in marriage. I dunno. That is not how we do things in the States and besides, being on staff, I could have just gotten my own drink.. so he was nice, but he was made of fail.

Next up at some point will be my profuse modeling lineup. I’m so excited, I bought new things: ballet heels for a shoot in Jersey, a virtually one of a kind corset.. and other goodies for my personal pleasure

Till Then Stay Tuned!