I have mentioned before that I’m cursed when it comes to turkey hunting. So far, this year has been living up to my expectations. About five or six weeks ago, I told my daughter that if she was doing better in school, etc, that I would take her to the dance competition at Furry Weekend Atlanta.
Now. Guess what day THAT was? Oh, yeah, the opening day of TURKEY season. The only private property I can hunt is about 2.5 hours south of here, and I didn’t look at the times on the actual competition, so when I asked her ‘what time do we need to go to the convention? 11am? Noon?’ she just said ‘sure, that’s fine.’ The dance competition was at 9pm-11pm.
BUT she had a good time with her friend Yuki, I was mostly amused (we only ran into a few grumpy/sour folks, the rest of these people were having the time of their lives) and there are worse ways to spend a day than wandering around the Westin hotel downtown bumping into adults who dress up like sports mascots for a hobby. Having observed my daughter, half the fun seems to be in making the suit and creating the character, which was always half the fun in Dungeons & Dragons, Star Frontiers etc. when I was her age.
Oh, yeah, the BEST part reminded me very much of DragonCon: when people who had NO CLUE that this event was scheduled at the same time as their hotel stay wandered out with a very stunned, “What the….” look on their face. Cracks me up, every time.